Of Time and People

Time flies with unseen wings

or may be it has a chariot pulled by the horses;

horses that come from the land of hundred Suns.

where there is no difference of day and night;

or seasons and weathers, and it is impossible

to tell one hour from another. That is where

they would want to pull it away.

Away from all of us mortals

begging more and more of it,

when all we get is some sand of time

knotted, tight together –

in the glowing cloth of false hope

with a hole in it.

So, every time we try to tie it harder

to not let more of sand slip away,

we only make it slip faster

with nothing adding up for us

but knots of agony; and thus

the time flies away.


Author at Sanjeev Kumar Pandey's Blog

Leave a Reply