Time never gives up.
Every day is a battle
to keep it still.
Relentless is it's pursuit.
It is contradictory.
More it is
when we do less.
Less it is
when we do more.
It keeps taking it's toll.
When we look back,
it seems that it has been too soon.
And when we look forward,
it seems a long way.
When we look at it,
it stays still.
When we look away,
it runs ahead.
It has moments which
come at us at a blinding speed
to make us notice and admire
its sheer power,
while it has some
which refuse to get over.
When we wake up to realize
that it is another day,
we know that there weren't
many where we made our way.
Yet that special day is always
on the horizon,
waiting to happen
and change our life
in such a wonderful way.
And that special day gets over
and another one shows up
in this journey
to the destination
to which we will never lose our way.
2 comments:
Man you are a layman's philosopher! Unbelievable smplicity, yet unbelievably deep! This is going to my office notice board. A poem about time that will stand the test of time! And today your poem also rhymed apart from the usual ingredients.
"When we wake up to realize
that it is another day,
we know that there weren't
many where we made our way."
My favourite lines ...
"It is contradictory.
More it is
when we do less.
Less it is
when we do more."
This is brilliant philosophy. Can't put it in better words.
Truth in its purest form!
"It has moments which
come at us at a blinding speed
to make us notice and admire
its sheer power,
while it has some
which refuse to get over."
Sorry for cut-pasting your poem in the comments.
Brilliant Mr. S(indhanai)S(irpi)
Hello Bala,
Thanks a lot!! I liked that rhyme myself. Yeah, I never consider rhyme as a factor while choosing words.
And let me know the reaction for the post on your office notice board :))
And more and more, I realize that you are my only regular reader :). If somebody else is regular too, please leave comments to encourage me :D
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