Unlearning Time

About a hundred years ago,
There was this man,
People called him Einstien.
They say, He understood 'TIME',
Better than anybody else.
He gave this theory,
'TIME', he said, is not absolute.
A second is not necessarily a second.
He was a genius all right.
Taught 'TIME' to the world.

Then, about a hundred years later,
This guy was coming of age,
Who thought he understood 'TIME'.
He got how 'TIME' flies,
When the 'TIME' is good.
Or how it crawls sometimes,
When the 'TIMES' are rough.
How 'TIME' heals all the wounds,
Or at least is supposed to.
He thought he knew the rule,
Of adapting to the changing 'TIMES'.

Until one day it hit him,
Well somebody hit him, and hit him hard.
And left him bruised and hurt.
He waited and waited in vain,
For the 'TIME' to heal him,
But it never did. Instead,
The 'TIME' laughed at him,
Through his pain.
And it crawled always, at all 'TIMES'.
And then he decided, its the 'TIME',
To clear the air on the misconceptions,
To rectify the superstitions,
Fed to him through the 'TIMES'.
He decided, that young man coming of age,
To start unlearning 'TIME'.
Its not easy, he knows,
Unlearning 'TIME' is no simple rhyme.

DREAMS

I was up late last night
Let me sleep.
There is a little left of the night
Let the sun rise.

There are unfinished dreams
They are somewhere on the road.
Let me sleep a little more
Let me sow them dreams once more.

The dreams that are happy
The dreams that are sad
The dreams that are angry
All the dreams I ever had

Where there was no one but me
My sweet haven, It was
The one thing that was mine.
Lightning, clouds, rains, sun,
They were my slaves.
There were gardens, slides,
And puppets. There were,
Kites tore through the winds,
With the kites I flew,
Where sky was the brightest blue,
Birds on it, I drew.

I dont have those dreams no more.
My sleep is blank. I try,
I fail. I try again, fail again.
I cry in the nights, waiting,
For a glimpse of a dream touch me,
For the magic to rekindle,
I am scared I lost them forever,
My sleep is blank, I try.

I want to have those dreams again.
I want to live them dreams again.
I want to fly with the kites,
I want to draw the birds in the sky.
Help me, get my dreams back.

I was up late last night
Let me sleep.
There is a little left of the night
Let the sun rise.

There are unfinished dreams
They are somewhere on the road.
Let me sleep a little more
Let me sow them dreams once more.


Acknowledgment: Jack(once more), and Gulzar(thanks for the magic).