We were both young and old,

Both at the same time.

A distant sense of a connection unknown,

Found its way,

Amid fleeting times

The world, an oasis out there

Both in the literal and in the metaphorical sense,

Starts ringing through,

As we brace ourselves

And head towards the union,

Of past and present lives

Connected and intertwined as one.

The drums start beating,

And the trinkets start humming,

As we bear testimony

To a hundred fleeting glances.

The poets and the sages,

The young and the old,

The dreamers and the doers,

They’re all present, –

Willing to give it all,

Hoping to get some in return.

As the seas rise, and the skies open

A massive undertaking,

Of exponential order

Gets set in place

For the eons to continue.