TIME, the poem

TIME

Time is the most painful torturer of all,

Each day it attacks the guilt in your heart,
It exposes fresh guilt and you feel the pain,
Each day it reminds you of your mistakes,
You feel the pain and wish you were gone,
The murderer, the thief,the sinners all suffer,
They live in a living hell and the guilt shall go down to their graves.

Time is the most soothing healer of all,
Each day it erodes the guilt deep below,
It erodes until there is no more,
It ultimately frees you.
Each day it coats the guilt until you feel no pain,
The murderer, the thief, the sinners all rest in peace,
Peace shall reign!

BY- ASHRAF

LOVE , LIFE , DESIRES,FUN AND SOME RETROSPECTION-- a day in my life

AFTER THE VICISSITUDES

I think I have to move on again

For another series of changes approach
And after the vicissitudes of life
Who knows where you will reside

I will still haunt the dirty streets,
Searching for you in the crimson light.
Yet you will not be found anywhere
For you made it clear long time back

A dawn which I hoped for,
Has not appeared despite the odds in favour
A dusk which grazed me once,
Is coming back to bruise me all over again.

I have dreamed all day long
Without finding my way around
And now the dream is starting to sour
For reality is just waiting to strike

I wish you good-luck tonight
As I wave you good-bye for the time
Without knowing if we will ever meet again
For I don't know if you will ever return again

Peace be with you, is what I hope
Life be generous, is what I pray
For as you rode into the sun for the last time
I woke from a beautiful dream, half way through
BY-ASHRAF