Sometimes lost and then again found..
And then at times,
mercilessly burned to the ground..
My beautiful world is scattered all around..
In miraculous hopes, of future to come,
And memories of past,
which make me feel so numb,
I wonder what my present has become..
As ruthless time, paints its picture so dark..
I search desperately,
for cheerful shades and their lost mark..
As I stare blankly at incomplete time's arc..
Words become my guide in this deriliction,
As on my way,
I lost my imagined direction..
And now somewhere, I seek resurrection..
I tried presenting, a picture so clear,
Negotiating, turns of time,
Very carefully, I steer..
Story still rolls, without any hint of fear.