All moments are transient It was juvenile few days ago, We only had the wealth - our love It was good to be outdoors He and I, detached from the bustle Holding hands, reeling and singing songs Drunk in each other. Sleeves rolled up to build the sand castle And then we let the salty water drown us in each other...
The tide had washed away the sand castle Leaving a retrospection of the moment
Tantalized by the shiny glittering world We lost each other to an uncongenial life It had began with cracking jokes Aimed at the highest common factor - 'mastering wealth' neither of us heeding the implication embarked upon the blasphemy - A journey to the material world. Accomplishment stood in between us An occasional peck and a smile That's what we had time for.
The quest is over, leaving behind The footsteps of the peccadillo regret and desolation Regret for having faith in our resolution And desolated to confront the truth Neither of us took note Of our lost youth...
There's no one to call us 'mom' and 'dad' Nothing to look forward to Exhaustion has absorbed us The jewels of past time often peep To mock at our accomplishment Moments have ripened And we spend it by contemplating How it would have been Had we not mastered wealth All moments are transient Soon it would be the end.
