Tiempo

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