The Scripture of the Golden Eternity

a poem by

Venkatesh Parthasarathy

Carry me down to the edge
where there’s destruction all around
time past, time gone, no time exists
a moment’s smell of young blood
roses peeking outside to look around the
darkness of the hour
sweet weddings, vows taken to be broken
windows shattered, glass splinters like mud
on an empty ground
behold god’s mirth showering winds in the
day’s sunshine
love is now, love present, love not there, not yesterday,
not tomorrow
the music and the poetry invites everyone
to dance around the eternal circle
all the creatures of the wild, the sound echoes
ages and ages…
ghosts on the rooftop, pausing to look at the moment’s
celebration
time vanquished, time dead, long live time!!