as time moves on by the hours
we are all in between the milestones
the love of matrix by the dichotomy
birth and death when destined as ordained

in our space and time
to rave up as we trudge bye
sun when rising onto the setting
the dream’s nightmare when bestirred

time changes by the ages
the dusts slowly settles into the oblivion
simply the history in ages and eons
from silurian to this day when riling

we would simply be racked up heartless
in its archives yet with breathless breath
eternity when sways away in its own way
embracing the memories by its own tone

moon yet bedazzles beyond top of hill
dream seems to be stunning in blue
the world yet breaths slowly all through the eons
as we would all mingle to the sands of time
.

Dr subhendu kar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-in-its-own-tone/