A few seconds on this side is day A few moments later, on the other side waits night Different in colour, varied in character Separated by a needle running through time
Day breaks into sun and interminable jobs Night thrives in the lap of a shadow Ever waiting on the brink of time Within a step fall of age and clime
White though the day hides black deeds Which glow with guilt while man sleeps Black, the colour of night but only a mask for hiding forbidden grief
Truth triumphs in the light of the day Hollow promises, fake glitters over the night hold sway Broken hearts, dead lives soon dreamt away
Oh I read this one for the first time. I was always confused as to why it is called ‘Butterflies of Time’. Well, as I said earlier, I tried writing a 25 lines poem but it stretched to 66 lines. But anyway, I’m dropping a link to my 66 line epic here.
Thanks Mihir-time has butterfly wings that usher in gradual changes in such a persuasive way that we have to let go of the past even when we would like to cling to it.Thanks for sharing your epic, its a lovely composition.
BUTTERFLIES OF TIME- A CANVAS OF POETRY 
It is wonderful how poets manage to create beauty through words
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I love butterflies …the scent of butterflies and hope here is lovely!
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I love the vivid imagery and the rhyming lines. 🙂
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🙂 I love these lines:
“White though the day can hide black deeds
Which glow with guilt, while man sleeps”
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Thank you @ scentof my heart,for leaving a whiff of scent on my blog. please feel free to drop in any time. You are most welcome here.
Thanks for dropping in Star Ka’at and for your encouragement.
Thank you Hannah for your kind words. It is so encouraging
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Oh I read this one for the first time. I was always confused as to why it is called ‘Butterflies of Time’. Well, as I said earlier, I tried writing a 25 lines poem but it stretched to 66 lines. But anyway, I’m dropping a link to my 66 line epic here.
http://mihirvatsa.wordpress.com/2011/05/31/the-sister-of-indus-valley/
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Thanks Mihir-time has butterfly wings that usher in gradual changes in such a persuasive way that we have to let go of the past even when we would like to cling to it.Thanks for sharing your epic, its a lovely composition.
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Beautifully portrayed! so colourfully you depict the time here in your imagery!
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Thank you Soumya! Welcome to Butterflies of Time! Lovely to meet a poet from Sharjah. 🙂
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Same here! 🙂
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As beautiful as a Butterfly ! Words unfold a world of Ecstasy !
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Thank you
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