Glide Of Time Poem by Chandan Dey

I read the untold stories! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

So Time is relative? So often it has tricked us in different moods and emotions. The poem and the picture conveys more than what we see.

Hi Chandan. I like the quality of waiting in your poems. It's like an open-ended story which grows in the telling. I think that's the true nature of poems - to grow with the telling and the interpreting. Poems are as much a part of our lives as stories, and poets can be as distinctive as some storytellers would be. Don't you also think so?

Love this. Thanks for coming over to leave your great comments.

Leaving me alone when you fled in that night without dropping your beret, i read the untold stories on your face.......scintillating poetic expression! I am delighted to read it time and again my friend!

A nicely written prose some nice creativity..I like it

i like the poem, but i don't totally understand what you are saying. the illustration is, i believe, part of a painting i saw displayed about 50 years ago at a New York City Museum. i like it. i understand the relationship of the title to the painting more so than to your poem. let me read another. i DID read your bio as well; thanks for having one on PH. AND welcome to PH! bri :)