Collage Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

His unending game of was on.
Catching pieces of
effusive past moments
floating in the air.
To make a collage.
Colourful and convoluted.
Ticking time
watch infatuated.
He was humming a song
long forgotten.
The collage slowly moved
and then caught
breathtaking speed
turned into a whirlpool,
created inviting abyss.
Slowly an window emerged
in the middle of it
opening a vista of a
vast grassland reaching
to the faraway Blue hills
below the quite sky.
He got up and walked
on a trail dividing
the sea of grass
towards the Blue hills.