Time

A mellifluous smile casts an unending arc;

the dreary horizon languishes a bit

the moment outshines the radiance of moon

which lays shy beneath the layers.

The dark didn’t engulf the light 

nor did the light succumb to darkness;

the waves across the sea have known 

everything in its own timeline.

The melodies interchange

we listen to what cosmos hum.

Time has its own flow;

the entities of the universe are its vices,

experience the product and 

somehow, life recapitulates between the two.