years bygone

Wrinkles on face have begun

speaking of lessons learnt ...

And eyes of lessons absorbed...

A ballad with time all these years...

Trying to customize things ...

Folding and unfolding of actions

forcing to encounter an unknown

uncertainity... sometimes...

Strange...

A selfish being has begun to search

for traces of sincerity...

And sincere, of notoriety...

Of laughter and silence...

Of sorrow and happiness,

One is prisoner!

Addicted to change the picture of life...

perfect or imperfect

time after time...

Yes,

Wrinkles on face have begun

speaking of lessons learnt ...

And eyes of lessons absorbed...