Tyrst With time

Tyrst With Time
There is she,
An old winding road,
Staring at me through
The eyes of wisdom,
Whispering the glory of days gone by,
And let a tear escape, to mark a new beginning

Sounds of a fading memory haunt the rhythm
Of an unfinished waltz, and rising above the din
I hum a little prayer of hope..

Can I trust time
To guide and lead
My days of secret solitude?
Can I hold on to a dream?
While the night strays and wanders
And the world sleeps?
Can I be the soul of the melody
That strums the beat
For a heart that is withered?
Can I breathe life, into another and say; look;
There she is,
An old winding road….

----------------------------------------------------------------Aapki Parwaaz