The Smell of Time
The Smell of Time2 mins 373 2 mins 373
The day I smelled the elegance of time,
My life changed.
Every passing thing that has motion wrapped in its heart,
Even the minutes marched past
Smelled like a pink shy rose,
Once cherished like the best odour of world
And the next time gone forever.
The sanctified dew drops are like people,
Some changes your motive
And some forces you through their motives .
I loved the flow of water
But little did it seemed to befuddle me
With its speed in per second,
The day I knew that was an urge invitation
To catch every little bit of it and utilize,
I voidlessly looked at the sky
Sniffing the essence of air,
And felt its significance.
I am the beloved of time,
Tracing its grace each and every moment,
Sometimes I steal glance of it
And head straight towards a blank place
To embrace my own loneliness.
Roses and time are complementary to each other,
One allures you to snatch it
And the other snatches your opportunity to allure others.
The smell of time,
Spreads each and every second
And makes your head shuffling and body shuddering;
Either catch it or act it,
You never know
What's you gain in favour of it!