The seasons take me back, back to days of divinity
I don't know the reasons why they take me back, back to those distance of infinity.
Why would a scorching summer be extra harsh on me, I ask
Why would the madding clouds bash me a little more, I ask
Why the autumn summons me with the Equinox, I ask
Why the Spring speaks too much,and doesn't listen to me, I ask
And I keep asking, a lot more about a lot of things
How can't you see the falling leaves, can't listen when the cuckoo sings.
Isn't this everything your game, my granny says everything carries your name
And you are special, you let others' claim, your share of shame and fame.
Granny says you were there before when we weren't here
Much before that too, even when there was no water and air.
I just gotta question, how can you do it, travelling with time,
Don't you age, We all die! now that's a crime...
Ye jindagi aisa hai, yahna jitna bhi kosis karo kuchh na kuchh chhut hi jata hai.to har moment ko jina bahot hi jaruri hai
ReplyDeleteBilkul dost....jeene ka naam zindagi
DeleteI wonder how and why everything seemed pre-travelled, pre-occupied, pre-lived and pre-forgotten before I even reached here! - That would subtly be the voice that goes in around the reader's head.
ReplyDeleteThe post uplifts and disappears with a question, a sequel needed.
Much awaited.
Well I didn't think of that previously. Now that you have said it lets see how it goes. :)
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