The old cottage over the hillock Winding and cobbled road to the top The teak and mahogany in splendor Vintage style overlooking the modernity Lion door knockers awakes the silence Surrounded by antique furniture In retrospect, says about its eloquent glory Giving competition to modern architecture
Windmills of the shadows Turn by turn they dance Past the lost fragrance Future is the mystic in trance Today is the sun you hold Hold it high to sparkle then the shadows have no chance
The past is cold , future unborn in the mould , today is what you hold !!
I kept looking at the clock Counting minutes and hours Here, time carried me away Relatively, to a distant place Finding myself a stranger Mind delving in past hour Where time stops for none But the clock had stopped Seconds seemed an eternity Abracadabra! My mind was tricked Believing, I could manipulate time I kept looking at the clock