To Wait and watch
For colours to fade
Trying to feel the truth in the touch
And when moments aid
For currents so recurrent
And time so fluent
As birds flew in the day
To find their own ways
Little was the word gasped
And much was the quantum paid
Rather than riding the unicorn
In a fairy tale unborn
I stand in this yellow wood
For reasons understood
Melancholy and dark and so I hesitate
To ravel roads so indeterminate
But life’s bought me to this side
Far from the Utopian land where I used to reside
To fight my own fears
And believe in reality of star crossed lovers
Shakespeare was truly right
Destiny and fate have the might
One has to bend low
In front of the Glorified Hallow
So I did wait for the perfect time
‘Coz it is just not my futile rhyme…
