Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

The drizzling drops of golden light, kissed the darkness aside, Grey in the memory when really it was bright... A little too late did the dream broke to reality. The green patch had died, truth was shrugged behind the bitter lie, In the shackles of time and society a little too late, the life realised. Never had been the destination, thus when the deep dark ocean met the shore, Fierce was it's course, A little too late it knew the face wrath. The tearful eyes were looking for a smile, but a little too late did the hungry hands got the morsel to mouth. Time comes and goes, Death awaits nothing and none Youth has its age, the money will be spent, A lesson learnt, a bit too late.

Shadows are the partners, Wanted and unwanted, seen and unseen You know they are there. None but they stick around forever. The only voice ever heard is to be true to thyself. Nothing haunts you in solidute but your own shadows. From the past, of present and fear of the future. What is gone is incorrigible, what may come forth is an enigma and only the present is always real. Nothing, not the master time will repeat itself. The shadows are free from evil ideas only the acts are seen not your thoughts.