Mosaic of a Forgotten Time

Dreams,
of a sublime moment,
surreptitious,
gnawing at the vicissitudes,
precarious to hold,
dangling,
clinging onto a thin gossamer,
desperate,
to break-in,
to encompass the brown,
dusk lay awaiting,
a thin crevice,
the frames arranging,
rearranging,
into a disarray,
the pied blooming,
of a desert rose,
poignant,
spreading its wings,
epiphany,
mosaic of a forgotten time.

~ A Poem By Avijeet Das