Wednesday, July 7, 2010
just thinking who made time?
what does it mean to stay?
some how we hide from such questions,
curiosity that would shake millions?
nowhere in this land i find,
beings existing without the trance of time.
Why cant i travel back and forth?
what is decay? what is growth?
Time..talk to me,
answer my questions...those silent times.
Don't tick away to glory like that!
I want those precious moments back.
Please you cant define silence for me.
You must not put so much noise...and then believe we should on silence thrive.
So many questions i ask you 'time'.
Tell me why some tunes succumb to silence and fail to chime.
You are nothing but a product of mind.
You cant fool those who fight against you to survive.
We dance to your tune because we decide.
Answer me! You cant cast your spell on me,
I cant help sail in your trance..
But one day you will answer me...and to my tunes dance!
because you are nothing but a product of mind..or matter of chance.
Posted by devangini at 8:15 AM