Hourglass Poem by nishant agrawal

sliding slipping swerving and scrolling.
living on the edge, brushing against the glass,
i do hurt her more, thinking that was just sojourn,
and rushing to enter the black hole, dreaming of a better world,
but she just laughs and do caress me awhile,
and blushing while bleeding, accepting those sores,
waving me a good-luck marooned in the memories,
after all i was just a wannabe sand,
was always going to return shameless,
and you the hourglass loving me forgiving me for all,