Khayal 🍁 ( Just a thought)

Zindagi mai agar sab kuch haasil ho jaye,

toh woh zindagi kaha ….

khwaab kehlaati.

Aur khwaab jo saare poore hojaye,

toh zindagi kis kaam ki ?

The girl and her shadow

Sitting on the dark cold floor is the shadow of a girl who laughs loudly in broad day light.

She is never out of words but, her shadow has nothing to say..

She has her pockets filled with hope,

but her shadow is just tumbling down the slope.

And yet, they both go along so well…

Just because she is a liar!

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.