The Time

I walk on the side-lines of the memory

The one which haunts me

I walk on the pavements of the memory

The one which taunts me

I walk on the downtrodden path

Of my sins and my deed

I have in my store the unholy grain

From which no one I can feed

I have my hands shivering 

And eyes wet

I have my heart racing

And palms in sweat

I have all that I 

Never wanted to have

I got all of it

For I trusted for a while

Her smile was it?

Her eyes was it?

Was it her face?

Her gracious glaze

Or was it about the figure?

The heart's trigger

Some say, it was the time

Not the first rain

Not the first train

Not the first shop we went along

Not the chairs we waited to sit

Not the trip we had to quit

Not the words we spoke of others

Not the rainbows we filled in the colours

It was the time?

Yet it was

For only it can run

At the pace to turn

The days into nights

The nights into days

The dates and the months

And the praise into pun

It was the time?

Yes it was

Neither me nor her

It was the time!!

Yes it was!!