Diaries and memories... III

Time

Tic toc, tic toc
The clock runs, angry hands
Never to stop
Ever spinning, till eternity bids it
Time  is the mortal enemy
Going against us
As it always has
Or tis the eternal healer
Its the shadow of the sun
Its witness for all
It has seen me through
All the ages of pain
Through all the rivers of blood
The endless sands of time
Or so they say.

Lives are run down anr more spring up
All under the faithful watch
Seen by the Observer
The very creator\, or maybe the destructor
The true nature ne'er to be known

As you pass by
So does my agony
I let go of it
All the sorrow of ages
Wrapped up in a messy package
Decor of laces
The momentory joys
The laughs ans the tears
Freedom and bondage
The laces bind, yet keep it strong

As I stooped
the sweat and the blood, dripped and dripped
Took with them bits of me
Bits of my life's energy
Bits of my soul
As I soar
I regain them
I see my life
Reflected in your eyes
See the pain in yours
And forget mine.
You try to hide it, but I can see
I comfort you, and regain my soul
You give me back
Those very moments
Those very bits
That were stolen
From me, as I lay
Alone in the dark
Somewhere along the highway of life.

2002, Palash Mitra