I like my wine slow like time.
The memories we all hold,
Tickle our soul, heart feels cold.
They create what we aspire,
They burn our innocence in fire.
Fire triggered by hope,
Dreams are hard to cope.
Maturity is like dope,
I rather look for a rope.
Every word that you spoke,
Comes from a place you broke.
Every moment we are travelling through time,
In our mind,
Learning from the past,
Hoping that our smiles will last.
We all are running on a treadmill,
A treadmill called time.
We reach no where,
Somewhere is what We find.
Someone always lie,
Sometimes we all cry.
Time ticks on,
Nothing is right or wrong,
It is all about how destiny rhymes.
No rule, no clock,
Fuck time,
Let your soul talk.
I like my wine slow like time,
I know you do too,
Seconds you live are few.
Everything happens for you.
Time is god,
Time is you.
By Kartik Vats