I am Time

Through the cracks in the wooden door the rusted pitcher can be seen

that tumbles and falls to spill the water on the muddy floor

as through the window ceasing to knock the wind tiptoes in..

As I peep within it peeps outside from the door

the lamp kept on the stairs struggles to survive the storm..

Remains alive flickers till dawn..

As footsteps break the silence of my thought 

the smile lost in the world of riches is found in this blot

with the touch of the water from the pitcher on the lips..

Moments slipped by unnoticed as I sneaked into my hourglass where my sand slips..