Our time
is over
like a river
ends in the sea.
Our time
is over
like a quiver
of nervous lips.
Our time
was one
like the sun
in the monsoon.
Our time
has gone
like a torn
piece of page.
Our time
was sung
like the young
hearts in spring.
Our time
was perhaps
just a lapse
of destiny.
Our time
never began
rather than
say it’s over.
Our time
was just a dream,
a promise’s ghost,
a pebble lost
in the stream
of life…
– July 12th, 2012
