Shloka Gupta

The Speed of Time

My mind may be rushing

My legs might be hustling

In a world moving so fast

Why is the pace of life

So irregular?

 

Last year, I was watching 

Television with my friends,

Drinking hot chocolate by the heater

Steam curled between laughter and light

We went on walks  by the park

Ran away from dogs 

My mind was still and legs stepped slow

I felt at ease at the world that passed

 

Now the last time I saw them was 

Last September…

My heads been buried in burden

Why do books carry so much weight?

Why does homework never end at 8?

Jotting down every little detail so I don\'t miss it,

I forget about the importance of simply existing

Without purpose, free from the fear of fail

Why, my mind is rushing

My legs are now hustling

In a world moving so fast 

 

I never got used to the hustling and bustling

I believed eventually the spinning would slow

That I would return to 

The turtle-speed of the flowers and times previously

I want to sit in the warm grass, lie in the sun,

Make up shapes of the clouds in the sky

Unbothered by the uncreative minds 

Of others who choose to waste their moments

Those who trade their moments

for lines of text and ticking clocks

 

So, I live and forget.

I stop my mind from rushing

My legs restart walking on the grass

I choose to slow down

In a world moving so fast,

I stop - and watch as it runs past