Tinkling away,

thoughts twinkle on,

flinging from one end to the other,

like pendulum beats,

to and fro, back and forth.

memories in the backalleys of the mind.

a continuous flow of events,

nothing will remain the same.



Fading , flying parts of the sands of time,

beyond reach,

of even constant fear,

of unending heartaches,

of everending smiles,

and everpresent lies,

one just stands,

feeling small,

frozen in the motions of life.



Tinkling sounds of the march of time,

wisps of thoughts ,

strands of life,

sounds of words hung,

in the halls of the mind,

the alleyway of happenings.

A life's song sung.

Tinkle on, twinkle on.......