About her..

She thought it was all long gone,
as she waited for a new dawn.
But the past still haunts her,

Her life is still a blur.

There’s a lot left for her to colour.

Alone together ?

From the day you were born to the day you will die.

Who will stay and who will walk by?

I know you will meet hundreds of people,

but what if I tell you, that everyone’s just a null.

You’ll dismiss me for being too dull..

Won’t you ?

Happy World poetry day! 🌸

Oh time, you are wicked!

Time is a concept so timeless, so eternal.
Yet, why sometimes I find it dull?
On some days it just speaks to me
Other, it’s just waiting to pass.
At times, I find myself wishing for ‘it’ to last,
Why does it always seems to favor the past?
But then who am I to question the endless authority of time,
for it is ‘precious’ and I am just a dime.
Time time an endless rhyme.
Its everything and nothing at the same time.
I bow to thee for it completes my rhyme in every line.
Time time an endless rhyme.

You are wicked.