About Times....

The past-
Simply happened-
Ripples untangled, and refractions
Stroked my oozing dreams of skies
That changed colour, infrequently.

The present-
Came on eerie tip-toes-
Chants of doom on lips
That dripped with poisonous elixir,
Your love and mine, blackmagic.

The future-
Gliding grace and our vows-
And the camouflage of photographs
That shall endorse transformations,
But not its eclipsed dimensions.