Time ...

Time... He doesn't walk like anyone else. He is moving at his own pace And passing some old memories Take it like this, Those sweet days of yours and mine Today remained only in the diary of the heart Same time every morning The first message come from you If first message come from you If you don't answer the message You mind was confused Ten to twenty times a day your phone would come But with time those old days are gone Where did that get lost? ... Sometimes, taking a sneak peek at the old city of calcutta at night , hand in hand Sometimes I pat my head on your shoulder Those days are nothing All that has changed with time I remember that days? The day we met for the last time Under that old banyan tree on that day , I tried to stop him but I couldn't stop him In a moment like every thing stopped every thing broke for me How ever, he did not stop himself........