Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Aruna Subramanian

Time is THE best friend
one could chance upon.
It’d peel off certain masks
to save you from falling
into the trap of illusion.
Befriend time!!

Our planet’s becometh
an abode of walking machines.
Synthetics rule over nature.
Ballooning expectations
blowing away relations.
Humane hearts
suffocate to breath
amidst the silicone thoughts
of “I” “My” “Me”…….

Forty minutes
maketh an hour?
What’s with the rush?
From seeds to the sun,
listen to their pace
Oh my, dear!
Her secret is
not hidden.
It’s us blinded obvious.
Slow down!
Sing along…

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