Salad Days

Whether it is a dream or a flowing bridge

Hypnotizing me, pausing my nervous system,

Forcing me to try and stop those cruel bars on the clock

But alas! My microscopic identity cannot go beyond thinking and imagining.

Why on earth it occurs at sometimes we feel at the top of Eiffel tower

Only to see the aftermath hunting for the past

I wish I could go back

Define all the laws of nature

Wandering through those colourful pages,

Plucking the petals of the past

I long for those simmering emotions,

Those loving caring hands,

Those caring advices, of course the friendly fights

I remember the chilly evening at the park

With snacks adding to our ideals,

Each passing day, going ahead, ahead

Only to find ourselves separated, separated.

I had heard time and tide waits for none

But alas! I found myself being no exception to it

I still long for those salad days, as you

But I can’t reverse the time, nor you.