Life is moving

Like a strong wind... taking everything along... I am standing there with a hand full of sand... which is sliping every moment... time is passing slowly... i am standing in a crystal chamber... my prized possesion... it differentiates me from others... perhaps everone has one... still i m proud of mine... sometimes i dream of straching myself... touch the winds of change... but the chamber is small and i am afraid of breaking it... I know sand in my hand is moving slowly... i want to hold it tight... but cant do anything... the more i try... more quicker it moves... want to break the silence... but wind is too loud.. too busy to hear anything... it has to do its job... passing with every moment... some one is singing a song... but wind does not have time to hear anything... i cant hear anything... as sound of my silence is getting on me... i wish to runaway... dance with the child who is playing under the tree... make some castles with him... but i am watching him from here... looking my castle... afraid from breaking the crystal... as i have created it... i have started loving its boundaries... i am happy... but my smile is sad... sometimes... there is a pain... deep down the heart... but it refuses to surface on the face... i saw some clouds from my chamber.. i wish it rains... and no one can see those wet eyes... no one can know that within that beautiful chamber... someone is living life watching it passing by every moment.... i still feel i am alive.... as i hear the beats of heart and feel the flow of blood... they call it life... but the sand is still passing... so is time...