Cradle Of Desires Poem by Sheena Datta

lost in the grains of time
shreds of misty moments lie
resounding within the walls
penetrated by the buzzing wind
I stand amidst the screams
of the roars of dunes in shells
meandering to reach my palm
and I hold them loosely
the grains of dusty memories
how slowly they creep
how painfully they seep
reaching the eyes fatally deep
I laugh this moment, the other I weep
rocking me in the cradle of dreams
as I delve into an endless sleep