Thoughts: Time And Her Mystery

The definition of time, we weigh,

We digress, for time holds no clout on us all,

From the high of its peak,

To the valley down the trough.

From the King of Atlantis and Shangri –La.

To the Empire of dust and bones and all that it bears,

Time hastens by, to borrow the phrase,

When we are busy making other plans.


People come and they go, some approbate,

Some so different they circulate.

But for a precious few you hold on to.

And yet exiguous years down the line,

To blink and stupor

“Who were they and Why were they here?”

Life remains, but a fleeting glimpse.

Those who catch it, scruff it,

Those who let it go, remain vagabond


Such a brittle thought,

Such a delicate flower.

It picks up the subtle and pommels on the hard.

The words obviate from thoughts,

They flee for being put under one roof.

A reason to be adjudged as a thinker…..

A road less travelled by a greater half of this planet.


Time flies on,

Its gets higher as life moves.

The want to see a bird’s eye view,

Increases, for experience plays as wind.

Age plays its role as the wings

And you go soaring high

People no smaller than ants

To blink and wonder

“Who were they and Why were they here?”


3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Satyam on April 4, 2012 at 5:56 PM

    Good work man!


  2. Liked this one quite a lot.


  3. Posted by Niv on April 30, 2012 at 11:17 PM

    Gooooo…ood stuff 🙂


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