Looking at life
I seem to have traveled far
In sights of yester’s
Where is that I am heading to
Know where to go from here
Why is this sudden flow?
When is the moon rise, does knoweth who
Moon will rise as planned, no matter what?
Will ebb the ocean of life
For it is to wait and watch
No matter what, life has strong flows
No ending and no sooner the start
The continuous flow will control
Yet another tide that ebbs in
There is nothing much in here
When the storm is high, it strikes in
The stroke can be felt, but blown
Away far away in the tilt of nature
Time ebbs away into years and
Remains struck in the tides of sand
Locked forever in life, for it is
Said, looking at life passes all efforts
In sights of yester’s
Where is that I am heading to
Know where to go from here
Why is this sudden flow?
When is the moon rise, does knoweth who
Moon will rise as planned, no matter what?
Will ebb the ocean of life
For it is to wait and watch
No matter what, life has strong flows
No ending and no sooner the start
The continuous flow will control
Yet another tide that ebbs in
There is nothing much in here
When the storm is high, it strikes in
The stroke can be felt, but blown
Away far away in the tilt of nature
Time ebbs away into years and
Remains struck in the tides of sand
Locked forever in life, for it is
Said, looking at life passes all efforts
Of tide and time, waits no man.
--Kavitha.
