The Clock

The time was ticking backwards,

When the life was uncomplicated and full,

The sky and the green embraced in unison,

The fragrance of innocence blossomed,

The branches of love was rooted in trust,

Leaves of compassion waved in the air of peace,

The time was raining in joy…

The time slowly moved forward,

As the lives construed in need,

The sky and green turned grey,

The pollute of need fumed in the air,

The roots of desire withered the love,

And the leaves rotted in the hour of greed…

The clock was ticking fast,

Bleeding in Red,

The guns were loaded,

The missiles flamed,

And the final target  locked,

Bang, the loud sound dissolved in vacuum,

As the clock was ceased by the moment...

Ripples

Tied down by the don’ts and wrongs

She wanted to break free beyond perceptions...

Falling in the sands of time,

She wanted to travel beyond horizon...

Floating with the ripples of truth,

She was shoring  for answers in the valley of lies...

Gasped by the fuming  droids,

She wished to breath in the solemn waves of green.

Running away from the savage motives,

She wanted to confine in selflessness...

Bleeding in the pain and loneliness,

She wanted to be healed by the touch of love...

Numbed by the fading memories,

She was to relive the moments of the past...

Silenced by hollow mobs,

She wanted to speak beyond words,

And  live again in the dreams…