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.

I just hope… ( A poem on depression)

Do I not give you space?

Sorry, I go back to those days,when I had it a little too much

and nobody..

not even my own self in touch.

I just hope that you are really fine,
and it’s not of those rhetorical lines.

Do I talk a lot ?
Sorry, I go back to that lonely walk,

when the words I uttered,

went completely unheard.

I just hope somebody’s listening to you,

patiently understanding what you went thru.

Are you tired of hearing my past

do you know how dark a shadow it casts,

on my soul?
The tears just roll.

I just hope when you remember your past once in a while ,

it always make you smile.

Yes I still
I go back to those days again
When everything seemed in vain.

Yes I know,

My emotions are a little overdone
But,
I bet I am not the only one.

I am not the only one..