Have I been here before,
Or is that a déjà vu I feel,
Why do this feeling become so real,
That I have stood in this shore.
The time wheel stopped some while ago,
When I did come across my fate,
Face to face death dared me to a date,
The world crashed around me along with my ego.
Will it sound like a cliché,
When I say this, we are like a fading flower,
Inspite of a beautiful bloom we wither,
To be remembered as no more than a dear one’s wish.
A lifetime passes away without a realisation,
Of the temporary abode we live in,
Failing to see the moment we begun,
Regretful, forgetful, doubtful all this in boastful equation.
The toothless grin of a child reminds us of the beginning,
Where the purity of innocence reflects through the child’s smile,
The world again shrinks once more in a lifetime, while;
This time the toothless grin is of the time ahead of a life’s ending.
Does this sounds like a déjà vu this time,
When the scene all over repeats,
Something says this time, no regrets,
When once more the clock of time chime.
Lo! Behold stands my heavenly Paradise,
Requirement is simple yet complex,
Spiritual restoration with a gentle coax,
Spirit of gentleness kindly lead me to my heaven so nice.