People change

Bisma Nadeem

But the fragments, the remisiscents of the day I first came here remains

Life was the bluest sky, changing into a darkest night

I had spend crescent of my life in oblivion 

I was the ivy growing on every inch of your being

My eyes were opened to your pain but was too far away to do anything

I was the wild fire that goes out of control

Burns the haven, the stars, the atoms of the tiniest things

But your tears claimed to be stronger than the wrath 

How was I not aware that seasons change that change to change everything?

There wasn't just a an exchange of moments, or of memories

It was the carving of deepest scars into the coldest skin

But I guess seasons changed to change me too

Eyes settled on the souls trapped inside the jar of time

I took your home with kindness and gratitude 

And that's the jar I want to pocket and never see again 