My Feeble Attempts at Fictions.
Friday, 18 November, 2011

Sands of Time #Day18

Meet me when the time stands still. Meet me when there is no barrier of life, birth or death. Meet me where we can be two souls, together, beyond the considerations of morning, noon or evening.
Meet me where there is no right and no wrong.
Meet me at the horizon.
Meet me when we have a handful of sands of time, which do not slip through our hands.

4 Wisecracks (Comment here):

Nimue said...

the last line .. whoa ! cool !!

Punkster said...

This piece easily qualifies to be a poem.

Richa said...

thank you people :)

Anonymous said...

Life and love will always be a tangled in mystery of time . well said and yeah last line was just wow