there is a dim lamp above the clock,
and a body lying on the bed of thorns.
and a thought who will say it last.
the eyes stares & sticks to the dim glow,
he cant feel thorns & suffering anymore.
seems he has forgotten to ask some reasons,
and at last he give up, to live the last part.
in search of a little relief, eyes recall the past,
where he had seen some good moments.
and i see.....there is a dim lamp above the clock,
..................
i could see how he went through the years he passed,
once known as the person who brings smiles in crises,
how lucky was he to have those best folks around him,
never asked sky for anything as he already had everything,
till that summer he was inside that aura inside which he flourished,
after which he only lived under the dark blankets of winter.
and i see.....there is a dim lamp above the clock,
..................
he glowed during that summer, from red to a rose,
folks saw him smiling for ever till the winter came.
and then everyone saw that rose turning into a thorn.
nobody thought that its the only season life has for him,
beaten from inside but none has seen him crying ever,
folks doubted if any dark soul captured him from within,
and i see.....there is a dim lamp above the clock,
..................
one time i asked him about the reason behind it,
giving a dented smile he asked me the same,
and i have seen that only question asked by his eyes,
dont know if there is anyone who knows about it,
he only said that the bed is woven by his own hysterics,
& cant blame anyone as he was reponsible for his acts,
and i see.....there is a dim lamp above the clock,
..................
sitting near a window, i hear thunders and snowfall on his premises,
& the naked trees who hasn't seen any sun since those years,
its time to leave him alone and undisturbed in his own thorns,
who knows what can keep that lamp glowing for so long,
but i know what can take him out of his bed and this ice age,
look into his eyes and give him those those reasons to change his way.
and i see.....there is a dim lamp above the clock,
..................
and a body lying on the bed of thorns.
and a thought who will say it last.
the eyes stares & sticks to the dim glow,
he cant feel thorns & suffering anymore.
seems he has forgotten to ask some reasons,
and at last he give up, to live the last part.
in search of a little relief, eyes recall the past,
where he had seen some good moments.
and i see.....there is a dim lamp above the clock,
..................
i could see how he went through the years he passed,
once known as the person who brings smiles in crises,
how lucky was he to have those best folks around him,
never asked sky for anything as he already had everything,
till that summer he was inside that aura inside which he flourished,
after which he only lived under the dark blankets of winter.
and i see.....there is a dim lamp above the clock,
..................
he glowed during that summer, from red to a rose,
folks saw him smiling for ever till the winter came.
and then everyone saw that rose turning into a thorn.
nobody thought that its the only season life has for him,
beaten from inside but none has seen him crying ever,
folks doubted if any dark soul captured him from within,
and i see.....there is a dim lamp above the clock,
..................
one time i asked him about the reason behind it,
giving a dented smile he asked me the same,
and i have seen that only question asked by his eyes,
dont know if there is anyone who knows about it,
he only said that the bed is woven by his own hysterics,
& cant blame anyone as he was reponsible for his acts,
and i see.....there is a dim lamp above the clock,
..................
sitting near a window, i hear thunders and snowfall on his premises,
& the naked trees who hasn't seen any sun since those years,
its time to leave him alone and undisturbed in his own thorns,
who knows what can keep that lamp glowing for so long,
but i know what can take him out of his bed and this ice age,
look into his eyes and give him those those reasons to change his way.
and i see.....there is a dim lamp above the clock,
..................
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