The world is that stage,
where an ever-changing time lays,
flowing from the past, to the present,
going beyond into the future.
Still, there are some places,
perpetual, remaining the same,
be it the sky, cliffs and vast ocean,
memories of picturesque landscape,
The first impression, that I felt,
browsing Salvador Dali painting,
were the presence of barren field,
with different natural elements.
A shadow looms, over the foreground,
as if from an unseen mountain,
depicting the transition of the time,
from daylight to the evening.
Time, being the main theme,
yet, the clocks were melting,
each having a different meaning,
for us to understand, make theories.
Hanging by the broken branch,
melting clock, might signify lost past,
only coming as broken pieces,
never to be regained back.
The clock over the table, is our present,
lies neglected, falling downwards,
accompanied by a pocket watch,
slowly devoured, by the ants.
And we, fading figure on the ground,
with closed eyes, in dreamy state,
being oblivious of the surroundings,
letting the moments slip away...
As the clock melts.
Still, I do wonder...
As an amateur viewer,
if moments are changing,
the clocks, keeps on melting,
should we keep holding memories?
Hoping for it to persist, even without us.
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