Aren't we all travelling through time,
The time of our life is the length of a span, they say,
Time rules, time that takes away youth is like the Devil himself,
Yet why is time called the best healer?

Why, why is time so restless?
Can't it just pause for a moment,
And spare us a moment to look back,
Look back in time!

It is when I see eminent personalities,
Who are breathing a last few days on earth ,
I fear the Devil time,
The capricious, ceaseless time...

Since the time I was born,
I was nurtured as a fawn,
My governess looked after me,
As my mother had then been a busy bee..

When I grew a little more,
Like I was around three or four,
I whined and nagged all the way to school,
All wrapped up in muffler and wool.

I romped,I played, I learnt
Through all the years that I grew,
Life whispered new lessons in my ears,
And everyday I grew into someone new.

And now I'm in my adolescence,
Too swayed by emotions, impulsive in nature,
Vulnerable to the torment of words,
Chasing after fame and stature...

Yet this is not what I want to be,
Let my wings develop completely,
One day I'll be soaring up in the sky,
Dear Mamma, that day you'll be proud of me!

He knows it when I'm in pain,
He knows the blood that runs through my veins.

He knows it when I am ill,
He treats me with a thousand pills.

He knows my body and it's curves,
He comforts me with much love..

He is the one who treats,
God is  the one who heals,
Yet he's more than a doctor,
He's the flickering ray of hope in my ordeal....

I want to work for mankind,
To lend a hand to the helpless and poor,
Who are neglected by the world
But want to live for sure.

I want to be water to the lips of the child,
Who's not had a single drop since the last twenty hours..
Alas! I cannot quench the unsatiable thirst,
Of the man who's drowning in a whirlpool of desires!

I want to be the cane to the old blind man
Who somehow makes both ends meet,
The one who is forsaken of the world,
Where his own sons are enjoying a feast!

I'd like to part from you,
I'd want to forget you forever,
Yet you haunt me in the dark
You try to come near.

I don't understand you
Or what you want
Yet you leave me astounded
By the charisma that you flaunt!

Sometimes , you're as cold as the icy wind,
Biting on my skin..
Yet you are the same blanket ,
That keeps away the cold..

But now I'll treat you like a mere blush,
Which brings the transitory rose tint to the cheek,
Which when wiped off,
Doesn't bother to make you lovesick!

Who said life would be easy?
There are seas to sail and mountains to climb...
Life is a tough battle,
You have to struggle, you have to fight.

You got to dream big ,
You got to think high,
You have to make it large,
This is "your" life...

You may fall, you may lose,
But you have to keep calm,
And ignore the boos ..

At last, when you've won the battle,
A proud veteran you'd be!
All the caged birds will be awaitng you..
Go ahead,   set them free...

Life is a colourful pageant,
Where various people come and go.
But only few of them are to stay in our hearts
While the rest only a part of the show.

The few, which in our hearts reign,
Wonderful moments we share with them,
And when the ruthless time tears up apart,
It's hard to bear the pain in the heart.

We're left with only a few colourful memories,
Which make a tear roll down the cheek,
Alas! naive you are when you hide the tear,
'cause you're heart is still as weak!

It's worthless trying to expunge the memories,
Which are indelibly graven in our hearts,
Yet you have to gather yourself and enjoy the show,
As there are many more to come --today and tomorrow.