Voices that never die...

Some voices never die,
As the harp of time
Goes on,
Like the soft murmur
Of trees,
Like the sound of
raindrops pelting down,
like the early chirping
of the birds,
like the voice of thy heart
never does cease,
even as your
ivory hairs are
testimony to your quietitude…

some colours never fade
as the rainbow of eternity
sets,
like the bright hues
of lilies in spring,
like the azure of the
summer skies,
like the soft snow
drifting down the sky,
like the brightness of
thy mind,
never does go,
even as the wrinkles,
are testimony
to your dullness…


some moments never go away,
they remain,
even as the clock ticks away…