Senses

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…