This time

Was it too harsh? Did I stretch my limit?
The question does bother me, even if a bit!
Funny were the words, as they rightfully should be
The lack of it does make things awry.
But still, what we seek is unknown, hidden beneath
I don't want that to be remembered only with the rosy wreath.

Takes time, I know, getting to know and stuff
Placing the world we see into same shapes and sizes,
Arrested but without a handcuff
It's this longing I quest for, the one that can't wither away
It's this meaning of life I envision, the one that never turns grey.
The one that is eternal, come what may!

Habituated yet not, flickers whisking past now and then,
I know not till then when,
Perhaps eternity, the longing wishes still
Perhaps this time, the same passion as always I feel,
Hope lingers on despite the wounds still raw
Perhaps it's something only in you I saw!