Over photographs…and now…

Paper is dog-eared, colours sepia

even if yesterday it all seems

it was

when time had a perch

on the gnawed roadside tree

watching life go by

frame by frame

many a times raw, sometimes sane

and now?

life still ambles along

with time in slumber, still on perch

and frames follow frames

pronto, with innuendos – blank,

silent but tormenting

must then I go on perch?

with time still on slumber

to watch life

slow at times, sometimes hastened

when I think it will falter, it resurrects

…yet unsure

like the deft play

of drumsticks on drum skins

dreaming frames, living frames

prodding the ensemble

for drummers to return.

~Ajaya Khullar~