Days have flown ,
Todays became yesterdays !
Time skied along with jet trails
Of smiles and tears ,
Left on our mind's skies.
Beliefs , hopes changed ,
Like the tunes to which our feet tap!
Draining our vigour ,
Like a plant without sap.
We tread along the winding path
Excited, unsure about what might
Greet us at the next turn.
Attempts to peek into the future !
The tarot cards spread in front ,
We a “Hanged Man"
At the mercy of the fortune - teller !
A bleak point far away ,our future awaits!
Shrouded in mystery ,
Pregnant with anticipation
To be unwrapped like a present.
© Sanjana Varma