As time does always fly,
This time I know will never come back,
'My Time'.... a thing that I always lack.
It's not that My time has been unfair,
But it's always in the Overdrive gear.
Still My time has been really kind,
It always gives two choices for my mind.
Either you fly along with time,
And keep up with the world's prime,
Or you can stay behind and wait,
For them to show you the Exit gate.
I chose the first and then I flew,
The consequences... I have no clue.
Just fly and fly and race the clock,
Till time follows you and says 'You Rock!'
Sometimes I wonder what I'll be,
An inspiration or a tragedy,
Whatever I will be, I will be,
But there's one thing that I clearly see,
That when this present becomes my past,
I'll look back at my journey, so vast,
And feel content that when I go,
'My Time' had been a beautiful show.
4 comments:
nice...honestl u write so well in english...tht th hindi thng gets compensated...(following tht up frm ashish's blog)
Welcome back after the break :)
and that too with such a nice work.. Neat!
good to see u back..
and lovely post..
its true time doesn't wait for none.. and lost time.. well.. lets say its just lost.. cant make it up.. how much u try and sit and ponder over things.. u cant just make it rite..
"It always gives two choices for my mind.Either you fly along with time,And keep up with the world's prime,Or you can stay behind and wait,For them to show you the Exit gate." - thats how life is.. or turns out to be.. and leaves you wondering..
Oh my God, finally you posted! Nice to see u back. That too with a lovely poem like this!
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