I sat on a rock near the cliff feeling the sun rays on my
cheek
while a sleepy river flew below without any turbulent streak
An age old temple teetered anxiously behind an ancient
bath
Stirring the stillness of the sight of the solitary dusty footpath
Overwhelmed by thoughts of its colorful n clamorous past
Lay a citadel at some distance ruing over the stark contrast
I traced the contours of its rocky defense run down by time
Trying to hold on to the pieces of a practice past its
prime
It was there all around, in every speck, known and stray
And I jus ’picked it up one by one to fill up a long long day
It looked at me, the time, glad that I had kept my promise
to take time out to know him well n see him fade in abyss
After days and days of living all these days in a beaten blur
I’d broken away from the cloyed routine in an exalted spur
There was no past to ponder about and no future to fancy
Just the wind blowing through my hair in a carefree nancy
