Time is the cosmic beat
The length of life’s yarn
It is the harbinger of change
That leaves rude etchings on the face
Making a young damsel
Turn into a wizened hag
Changing hills into plains leveled
And hollows into mounds filled!
As time advances, life decreases
And seasons pass by us unbidden
Time rings the bell for all beginning
And it tolls the knell for all parting
Like an unbridled horse,
As time gallops away,
Thousands get crushed under its hooves
And many fall dead!
Time, like a sumo wrestler, is formidable
Hard to beat down without drill and regimen
Sometimes we fly with time
Like wind blown thistledowns
Time may stay so inconspicuous
Like a tiny flea unnoticed
On the furry skin of a mangy dog
Not making its presence felt
Till unexpectedly it leaps forward,
Vanishing into thin air!
Many a time it assumes
Royal dimensions rich
Like a prince charming
Riding in a winged chariot!
When it whizzes past us
Days are turned into seconds!
But when it drags by
Hours seem eons!
Time is something we cannot rewind
Nor be purchased with money or muscle
Never static, though at times may seem still
And like a river, it rushes and hurtles into eternity
Sometimes mutely whispering,
It flows into silent timelessness!
No doubt, Time is a trickster
So erratic, so volatile
Yet so precious and so dear
More valuable than all other treasures
Oh, thinking of time
I have lost count of my time!
Your poem turns time into a particle which is moving in space traversing a trajectory for ever rising. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
never static, and volatile! you have done a difficult job successfully and convincingly by defining such an undefinable entity! i love a line (a dialogue) by Beckett, How Time flies when one has fun! ! !
Oh, thinking of time I have lost count of my time! , , , haha, , wonderful ending to this wonderful poem
Profound and wise description about time.... Time is something we cannot rewind Nor be purchased with money or muscle Never static, though at times may seem still And like a river, it rushes and hurtles into eternity Sometimes mutely whispering, It flows into silent timelessness!
No doubt, Time is a trickster So erratic, so volatile Yet so precious and so dear More valuable than all other treasures.....so true and impressive. Yes, time is precious and so dear. It is valuable than all other things. A beautiful poem with lofty theme. It is to my poems list.10
Waqt Karta Hay parvarish barson, Hadsa ekbaek nahin hota. (Time works on it too long, before an accident takes place) Big bang was an accident or planned program, it's a debate. To me it appears a willful program. For us time started with big bag and where was time before it and whether time had a quantum, these are all mysterious. You have made a brave effort to think and wite such a thoughtful poem. Nice.
DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ANYONE ELSE? ? ? i mean............just two days ago i read this poem with the following phrase/partial sentence in it: Turn into a wizened hag then this morning, in a short story entitled Prudence, i read a wizened old hag! ! ! ! ! now, i don't know about YOU, but i have rarely in my life heard or used the word wizened, and rarely the word hag. so doesn't this coincidence seem a bit over the top? . and there have been numerous other incidents of coincidental runnings-across of words, rarely used/heard by me, coming to my attention within a few days span. often the case is that i have used it in a poem or letter and then read it in a magazine, book, or poem shortly afterward. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? goofy, if ya ask me. bri :)
Like an unbridled horse, As time gallops away, Thousands get crushed under its hooves And many fall dead! i should hope so! wouldn't it be ridiculous and disasterous, .....ok, i stand corrected: disastrous says google...........given the world's present state.........if time did not TAKE millions? every day from this earth? ? ! do ticks leap? fleas do. :) :) well, maybe they DO TOO. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - as for these lines (some of my favorites) : Time is something we cannot rewind Nor be purchased with money or muscle .................how true. but, then again, in a way one CAN purchase time by relegating tasks to others which otherwise would have to be done by the one with money or muscle. i know it's not EXACTLY the same as what you mean, Valsa. :) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - my time is almost up. so i'll just end by saying thanks for sharing. :) bri
Time is like that only, we have to live with it...... lovely description with minute detailing.... very nice. I write some few lines from my poem - Time is a puzzle so unpredictable, like norwester or a swirl. Time comes time goes with it's own will an wish Some times with joy again it gives pain Nobody knows about time's own game .....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a somber and wise reminder with the last two lines, the icing on the cake!