There will be a time when all your tears be wiped off. There will be a time when all your hankers fade away. There will be a time when all the seasons seem to be the same. There will be a time when all the dreams turn out to be tangible. There will be time when all the dancers stop dancing. There will be a time when all the rivers stop flowing. There will be time when all the leaves stop falling. There will be a time when all the opaque becomes transparent. There will be a time when all the rains stop pouring. There will be a time when all the birds stop flying. There will be a pause for everything. You will see your countryside mind turning urban. The nostalgic images protrude out and your thoughts will be trapped in the whirlpool of those images. You will laugh out and show the tricks of a happy clown. With confetti and cakes I shall celebrate the rhapsodic shrill of your heart. A.C
Expressions penned with feathery Excalibur!