"Time Is Money"
"Time Is Everything "
They Say, But
What Actually Time Is?

An Expensive Dime?
An Uncontrollable Dine?
Or Maybe It is Unforgettable,
Just Like A Fine Wine.

A Fleeting Moment,Lost In A Grind,
Is It Mine?
Or Is It Of Different Kind?
Maybe It Is Not A Right Time,
To Understand Time.

Or Maybe What I'm Doing Now
Is Another Example Of "Waste Of Time".

A sweet voice in your written word,
A stolen hour, like none I've heard.
Mr. Sunshine you caught my falling hair,
A fleeting joy, I never knew.

This fragile bloom, a whispered grace,
A stolen moment, distance ,time and space
Moment's breath, a held, exquisite dream
The heart's canvas, memory's trace.

Do lips have ears to catch the sound,  
Do lips have eyes where visions drown?  
Do lips hold hearts that softly beat,  
In every whisper, every greet?  

Do lips, with honey, sweetly blend,  
A taste of dreams that never end?  
Do lips, with saffron’s gentle hue,  
Hold secrets deep, both rich and true?  

Do lips have souls, a spark, a flame,  
That kindles love, that calls your name?  
How do these lips, with power untold,  
Weave magic warm and tender, bold?  

With every sigh, with every kiss,  
They stir the heart to boundless bliss.  
Like roses soft, with petals pure,  
Their fragrance lingers, sweet and sure.  

Kisses, the secret to life’s delight,  
A spark of heaven in the quiet night.  
A touch that holds the universe still,  
Binding souls with an unspoken thrill.  

Valentine’s joy, with love so bright,  
Fills the heart and lights the night.  
A gift of passion, a tender vow,  
A promise of forever, here and now.  

So tell me, seeker, with longing true,  
What ancient force lies hid from view?  
For in these lips, both soft and pure,  
Lies love’s own secret, rich and sure.  
A sweetness, like saffron, finely spun,  
In every kiss, a world begun.

Today feels
Different
And yet
At some point
It will feel
Like
Yesterday