The Creator's Den

  Its been always there, It always will be, We know there's a lock,  But there ain't a key in your minds, in your hearts, Sometimes, you think its a creaky cart But the way it runs, And the way it flies Only chasing will be on your part, You care too much, For the moments bygone, And less you heed For the dancing cyclone Pitter-patter of the rains, You give a deaf response, Chitter -chatter of of the trivial, Has lesser pros, but greater cons, You are on your mercy, To you dismay, on your own accord, Make it a fairy tale, Or store elegies for your generation's record Creators of perception, You silly men, you dwellers of cloud nine, Hell's bells you ring, Or strike a heavenly chime, All in all, You are prisoners of time, All in all, You write your own rhymes -Siddharth

 Thanks to snoop dogg _/\_ Whirl, whirl, whirl,  I come up with a plan  And i noted in a book,  The name of my clan,  Something repeats itself,  Time after time, And something extracts itself,  As a bottle of lime,  The wheel of time,  Has no stops and halts,  And running is the only way,  Like my life is an asphalt, Memories after memories,  Make a series of chapters,  Escape is not a way,  Where sky is full of raptors,  You only have an exit of a forsaken land,  And right there a gift of empty hand,  The seasons of silence,  And months go bland,  Sometimes a glimpse of water,  Makes your soul evaporate,  But there could be just a mirage,  That Could leave you exasperate,  You run for money,  You run for power,  You run for a life,  And you run for a shower,  But satisfaction is always on an inch,  When your life is a flinch,  And happiness is...