The sky too high

The tighter I held

The loosen it went 

“It’s sand, my friend”, some wise people said

So is the time

Never in control 

The more you try to control

The more it controls

I tried to hold the time

The merry time

The happy time

The time which gave me all

And I had the fairy life

The time which gave me love

The time which gave me smile

The time which gave me a reason

To work hard and fly

Not to be in crowd

Not be like all

Not be common

But to stand out and perform

I became honest with it

I never lied

Later realised, there is where problem lied

To survive, you ought to be brutal 

You ought to be diplomat 

You ought to be in spotlight 

And let your shrewdness outshine

All the truth 

All the facts

All the things which can hurdle up your height 

But still I fought

Being what I am

And now I lie on the bed near a window

From where the sky looks too high.