Fade In Fade Out

There's a film before my eyes as I stand there
A story I've seen many times before, a scene that one day must be told
As I write there's faces everywhere, old faces young faces
Faces of different races all intermingling with the variety of peoples
That makes up our world, and in my mind I've sketched
Each individual face of the peoples that inhabit our world
A world of colour I haven't  experienced, before
The colours of the peoples here and there
The psychedelic colours, colours filling my senses the way they dress
Colours in one's mind turning one's senses inside out
Those psychedelic colours from my past
Like the paintings on the walls murals and such like
Canvases that cover whole walls amazingly so.
Lingering shadows on gateways those souls that once walked
Now mere shadows the eeriness of this place
The silence evokes of a time past historically once wasn't so great,
It remains the shadows of yesterday, searching, searching a character
I can write about, but characters are thinly spread about
A writer or not the case may be a Poet writing in verse, his verses of poetry
Standing by the river Yamuna in the twilight of night
The evenings turned bright as light uncommonly so
The flashbacks are still within the past immersing with the present
The reality becoming real somehow,
As if am being transported by some time machine
Deplorable time I've landed between then and now
In between times, depressing don't you know.
I being a voyeur saw it all before, not much impressed
By the harshness of a world, that's past no kindness not much different now
As the Mughals that built the Taj the Fatehpur Sikri and all the ones in between.
I worshipping the Taj with wonder in my eyes how could it been built that age ago!
Shivering now as if cold I was, but cold I was not someone walked over me!
I stood there dreaming in a world of my own I can see the shadows
As a mist is covering over the banks of the river now.
Now I must begin the story again as we count the emperors
The ministers the Generals the workers everyone in turn
The musicians to keep the mood high in tempo with those labourers
that would be in tune the music they played
 One day a story will be told as I sit by the river bank
With flashes on my mind embers that would burn not fade
Fade in fade out..Fade in fade out.