TIME IS A PLACE

 

  A homeless persona, once behold

  The torment of zilch, had been told

  The thrive was gratuitous and

  the cradle was formed

  In all the memories of dreams and hence, sold

  But time is a place, left untold.

 

 

  We built a castle, with walls so high

  And a smile concluding, all's so right

  A hand full of hope with an undying wish

  That the dream should never end

  And we keep all the promises, glories to send

 

 

  But a star fell apart, with no land left to seed

  Everyone was running, running down the streets

  No one ever knew, that the memoirs were the need

  Coz time is a place, left indeed.

 

 

  With time we can feel, we can rise, we can grow

  With time we can swift our covets, left on hold

  That time is a place worth living, no one told.

 

 

  The heart kept on freezing

  The cold was prevailing

  I had no hope in real faces

  I had no will of dealing

  With problems that are so unnecessary

  So distinct and yet so failed

  I find a paradise in the warmth of a puzzle still.

 

 

  I learnt at last the hard way

  Things never remain the same

  What remains literal to the heap

  Is the memoirs kept in safe

  As time is a place my friend, all uncaged.