The Changing Hues of Time || Samay ka Badalta Rang

The Changing Hues of Time || Samay ka Badalta Rang In dawn’s whisper, time reveals its face, A palette of new hues in a delicate embrace. Twilight drapes the sky in shades of deep blue, Each moment is a colour, forever fresh and true. The canvas of time, brushed by fate’s gentle hand, Transforms past sorrows into a radiant, shifting land. As seasons melt from winter’s grey into spring’s bloom, Time’s colours unfurl, dispelling remnants of gloom. In the silent pause between sunset and night, Time paints subtle secrets in a fading, tender light. Each heartbeat echoes the vibrant stroke of the hour, Changing shades of passion and calm, a delicate power. Like the dance of shadows on an ancient wall, Time’s shifting pigments remind us we rise and fall. Beneath the silver gaze of the midnight moon, Time morphs its colours—a timeless, ethereal tune. In every fleeting second, a new tint is born, A mosaic of memories from dusk until dawn. The amber glow of evening softly whispers away, As time sketches dreams in hues of night and day. Every moment draped in hues both bold and slight, tells a tale of change—a transient burst of light. The ephemeral beauty of a sunset’s last kiss, Reflects time’s shifting colours in quiet, tender bliss. Under a sky that endlessly evolves its dress, Time reveals its mystery, cloaked in loveliness. In the ever-changing tapestry of life’s design, Time’s colours weave our stories in divine threads.