• geetanshu 4w

    The time is slipping from the hands of mine
    The speed get enhance when i enjoy in a while
    But stops like a blockade in the trouble of mine

    The foe was never to be the word for the time
    But neither like a friend he ever cared for the soul of mine.

    Some moments i inhaled from the best part of the time
    To emancipate the frequency of desire i used to find
    And some moments i exhaled from the worst part of the time
    To create a void for the wonderful memories which i am going to get in this time.