one after one..

ticking away to glory..

come and go...

 little secrets they know...

of minds and matters..

 thoughts that scatter...

racing to fill the time...

trifle or sublime..

speaking with silence..

 opening up the eyes of lens...

making the minutes...

and hours and days...

history they make...

some forgotten...

some stays...

this present of every breath...

sucumbing to a quick death...

covering the calendar..

of years and years...

lost in time and space..

 appearing forever to grace..

like a solemn prayer..

dissolved in wind..

seeping in layers upon layer..

even beyond ..till death do us part..

to have another start..

or that he happily lived ever after..

cracking jokes....hearty laughter...