The Smell of Time

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!