About Stories....

How does one prevent?
The flight of time
The mind thinks,
Eyes see
And they think
They exist........

An yesterday's dream
Still flows as a stream
It aches at times
But still,
An obstinate urge
To keep breathing!

Deep down an alley
Labyrinthine and dark
Sightless strides
And silent sighs
Some one walks
Towards nothing

Will this hold?
It's damp and cold,
The fire?
The breeze, the rain?
Universe conspires
Inflicts pain

But then what else?
No one hears
Nor sees the pain
But they speak
Myths unfold,
Stories are told