Riddle of Time – The poem
Honestly it is a cruel world
To snatch the honesty
So precise,
Then a mocktail for coward
To crave the tapestry
So reverse.
Never a thought to linger
In the verve of imagery
To define time,
And always you ask time
In a joke of credibility
To narrate crime.
I did a crime to cause sorrow
In the course of hypnotic
Desire of hearth,
You did a mistake to follow
In trance a hollow
Curse of dearth.
Some connection in heart
So simple to see
As its love only,
The common link is psyche
Of my credence
For love mainly.
Then the invisible linkage
To pull the adverse
To fill me in,
I do hope that you know
The crux of whole
Risk in vain.
Some puzzle do confuse
But it’s the wish so far
To get infused,
It is a mind pull from the maze of
Existence for the reason
Apart being bruised.
Seeking the solace in the empty
Cradle of life
To adore,
Then you get the answer of hefty
Riddle of time
To savour.
Waiting in the nocturnal bypass
Of metaphor to elude
Another symphony,
Just a wish that one day will come
And some sigh will prelude
Roles reverse harmony.