With every passing phase
gushes a deluge of memories
Some of love and indomitable craze
and some of gloom that cut short the days!
Time always reminds how it flies in haste
when the days are bright and full of glaze
And then, when the tables turn, it falls far behind
and each moment becomes a haunting tale of grind
The past never fails with its preconceived notions
and it tags along with a trail of ‘if's’ and ‘but's’,
But the present stands firm on its subtle intuitions
even as hopes for future are cornered by doubts!
With the second long gone that one hoped would last,
For a moment the doubts left and again, faith stood a chance
But then, the second died leaving a footprint in the past,
as time reminded self that no time were to last!