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Adya Ghoshal

Abstract Others


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Adya Ghoshal

Abstract Others


Transcendence

Transcendence

1 min 83 1 min 83

Time is the slipping sand, 

Enclosed within an hourglass, 

Time is the clock on the wall, 

Numbers that number our existence, 

Time is the shadow of the stick, 

Buried beneath the burning sun,

Time tells when to eat, sleep, drink, 

Time tells when to run, work, ring, 

Ring…. Ring…

Wake up!


I woke up, 

Hourglass lay broken, 

The clock hung stunned, 

Rain clouds hovering above the invisible shadow, 

All-time in my abode, 

Ceased to exist, 

And for a moment, 

Only for a moment,

Before time jumped back to action, 

I existed. 


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