Crossing over Bridges of time Beginning to end Ending to begin again In body spirit & souls Infinite forms of expressions Between betwixt & beyond Bonding new & old In part & whole Tuning into the sounds Of harmony & rhythm Inexplicable joys Of moments in movements As paths are splayed Across time to tide over In every moment The choice is yours to take.
I have fond memories of black and white photographs taken by my dad in his old box camera. The three pictures that I can quickly recollect are a representation of my world back in the era of black and white. Be it watching the swaying coconut trees and the shimmering water on moonlit nights, or the artistry of those antique time pieces collected by my grandfather and of course those lively evenings in my childhood years, where the old gramophone would play so invitingly that we would all be waltzing and jiving away to evergreen hits. Yes nostalgia filled me in those verses, but with happy memories.
Between and betwixt The light & dark There is a phase of blur Wherein clarity is embedded.
In this momentary distortion The phase holds the potential For infinite possibilities. Awaiting its turn to appear Blur may seem bleary, But like a bud holds the bloom Blur holds the moment of clarity.
Fear not the blur It’s a transient phenomenon Like all things Change is the only constant.
An embodiment of uncertainty Of the uncomfortable reality Blur takes its time to clear Like a foggy winters day.
It makes you imagine your truths In the shadows of grey Between the black & white Blur may seem challenging But it provokes perception To decipher this dance of illusion & reality
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