Wednesday, April 3, 2013

It’s the time

The photo was taken during my visit to London

It’s the time

Where were you?
When I was building a cocoon?
A console zone for my infinite fear!
Where were you?
When I was in blood and oceans of tear!
When the sun shines bright!
I was once in the forefront;
Proving my might,
There were distractions from my conscience,
Though I saw light!
I crumble with the wind now,
You saw it somehow;
Then why is that now?
My time is not yet ripe,
I want a shoulder or may be a hand,
I never wanted to follow the night,

My thoughts are encapsulated by fragments,
Of unknown death around the oceans,
My hallucinations pictures life,
I hear those blood filled cries,
I knew many of those eyes;
Now closed forever,
Not by age but vice!
My fight for legitimacy;
I encountered lies,
My fight for wisdom,
I paid the price.

The heroes died in the battle field,
Today the reasons have changed!
It’s worthwhile to sing for them,
But you feared the rain,
The time has come,
For some new sunshine,
For secluded synchronicity to rhyme,
When you look back;
You only see your shadow behind,
And then you know,
It’s time to grow,
It’s the call of the season,
It’s time to sow!

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