AS HE RUNS FORWARD

Slowly they disappear as he runs forward.

The nostalgia of the bur-flower hair,

The puberty of pink hazy illusion,

The softness of young pretty pragmatic dear,

The fire of young dazzling heart,

The curious mind of dark desire,

The naughty design of young minds,

The lights with the impending glare,

The distant blue mountains of young hearts,

The crazy thoughts of hidden layer,

The dewdrops on the autumn flowers,

The pain of the undefined tears,

The beauty of cosy winters,

The river that reflected the moon light,

The boats that swayed on the waves,

The souls that cared too much and

The spicy taste of old young days -

Slowly they disappear as he runs forward.

The present has become enigmatic,

The nonsense has lost the meanings,

The curiosity has taken the backseat

While the mind stares at the culprits.

Money has stolen the love in the course of time,

The wars have threatened the weaks.

There is no hope around for the future,

The dreams have taken the backseats,

But often the heart talks to the time.

The heart spews the venom of hatred

To the selfish traders of psychology for whom

The happy moments have got delayed.

Time has lost its colours.

Slowly they disappear as he runs forward.