image: google
You allure me into your web
making me believe you are mine
I grasp you in my hand
thinking I have a hold on you
you slip through my hand like water
leaving behind the wetness of memory
which dries up leaving behind stains
marking my heart with pain and pleasure
teaching me that I can only accept you as you are
you have no expectations
pure love is what you want from me
topic: time
That is quite a tough expectation...perhaps however like holding water it isn't containable or explainable! Lovely image also
ReplyDeleteRemember, mass only exists because we perceive it is solid, & each of us as entity crosses over as phantom in overlapping dimensions on a regular basis, searching for the other us,all of them, pursuing Time, but knowing we are its Master.
ReplyDeleteWe do often think we can master time, don't we? I can relate to the idea that it slips through our hands and there is very little we can do to keep it.
ReplyDeleteTime is eluvsive indeed---and how we should cherish each precious moment. This is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThat should say elusive!
ReplyDeleteIt slips through our fingers way too fast. Well said.
ReplyDeleteaccepting what we got and loving and living the moment... time is such a gift and we should surely treat it like that... well penned arathi
ReplyDeleteWell that would be nice to have, acceptance & pure love ~
ReplyDeleteYes, you equated it to sand slipping through as in an eggtimer. Nice one.
ReplyDeletePure love is everyone's ideal!
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of memory stains. a lovely verse.
ReplyDeletewetness of memory leaving stains...lovely phrase!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem Arati. Time n tide do not stop for anyone :)
ReplyDeletelove the sketch of the flitting time with beautiful imagery...a nice one Arathi...
ReplyDeleteI like the way you express purity of love here. lovely.
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