I want to chase the time with closed eyes

I pine to be the owner of time

Mobilising the wheels of time at my caprice

When world would be at peak of its frenzy

When the eyes wont blink

With pace unfettered

And steps cluttered

When chaos and cacophony would turn into self-designed harmony

When thorn of poverty and blame subside

When rythm and rain would converge

I wait for the armoury of time

Which would make my life a palette of splendour

A rare gentle touch

Unlike the gnawing moments

Let the time for once fly with superwings

Please let the day come

When the pastures would turn moist

Let me romance the swing of time

Let me yarn the indomitable mind

When the inevitable would turn into flimsy surmises and conjectures

When accepted and appropriate would become a misnomer

That day i will paddle among many

To see the smiles

To hear the the voices

To become the mirror of inner tyranny

To vent inner turmoil

Its baggage of ages and bygones

For which time is the only antidote.