Time a slave or master

spilleronsheet

Mind plays it’s own game 

the sun sets and rises as it’s own pace 

yet why heart feels the time’s running 

as if the sand is falling too fast 

like the hourglass got infinite holes 

 

mind plays it’s own game 

the clock runs at its own pace 

yet why heart desires if a second could be a minute 

a minute an hour 

maybe the deadline’s approaching too fast 

while people wish for time to change 

stagnant it is 

yet heart desires for it to stop 

maybe the future is uncertain 

who knows what colours it shall paint 

maybe present is precious 

the heart seems to live in past 

yet wishes the future to be  delayed 

 

The seconds passed

so did the minutes and hour 

and so did the years of pleasant moments 

the race was there 

so were  we 

for a moment can you stop please

 

the good times stop 

the bad times run 

time are you an archer shooting arrows 

arrows of goal 

 

Time are you a knight ?

what is actually time ?

maybe defined by you and me 

maybe ancient citizens didn’t care about time ?

 

time a wanderlust 

time a falling sand 

time which isn’t in;

In anyone of our hands…..

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Caring dove

    I see a change in your writings … I think your writings improving , spiller or at least I’m really liking your recent poems ! )

    Nicely expressed words

    • spilleronsheet

      Thank you so much dear Rose
      Maybe the positive community is helping me to open up and bloom
      All the praises and constructive advices help me to refine myself further
      And after reading such fine reads, no wonder it’s influencing my writing style as well
      Thank you so much dear Rose for the wonderful compliments

    • Caring dove

      … I feel time goes too fast to be honest , and that’s scary ..

      I wish I could have had so many things in my past but I can’t rewind time and have them

      • spilleronsheet

        I truly resonate with your words
        Even I find time is always running too fast
        I am unable to catch it

      • Goldfinch60

        Time is such a challenging thing to control but we must always enjoy every moment we have as they will not come back.

        Andy

        • spilleronsheet

          I agree with you sir
          Time is at its own pace
          The best one can do is to live in the present moments

        • orchidee

          It's 'time' for me to say - good write S. 🙂

          • spilleronsheet

            Ahhh
            That’s a clever reply Orchi
            Thanks Orchi

          • dusk arising

            Where does the time go?

            A poem of this enigmatic ever driving force posing unanswerable questions for us to juggle. Reminding us elders perhaps how time can be seen as ruin of so much as it passed over things we held beautiful now gone or decayed.

            • spilleronsheet

              Yes dear Dusk that’s what time is
              Neither one who betrays
              Nor faithful who loves
              It’s simply doing their own work

            • dusk arising

              Where does the time go?

              A poem of this enigmatic ever driving force posing unanswerable questions for us to juggle. Reminding us elders perhaps how time can be seen as ruin of so much as it passed over things we held beautiful now gone or decayed.

              • spilleronsheet

                Thank you so much dear Dusk
                Glad you liked it
                Thanks for your kind words
                Much appreciated
                I am happy you liked this work

              • Paul Bell

                Spot on, the heart, the engine room.
                I think all hearts run on delayed time, never looking too far into the future, and rightly so, something so delicate may stop at any time.

                • spilleronsheet

                  Thank you so much dear Paul
                  Yes it’s delayed maybe in my eyes
                  Or we are delayed and chasing it always in our lifetime

                • L. B. Mek

                  Brilliant!
                  You've done so well
                  to ink your concept, so accessible
                  and worded so poetically, relatable
                  showing real growth in your spacing and natural flow;
                  a fantastic execution
                  of a testing, theoretical dialectic
                  written with, practised ease
                  of a Poet, full of ambition
                  to share
                  to explore
                  to Perfect
                  his chosen Art...
                  Happy Holidays, my friend

                  • spilleronsheet

                    Thank you so much Mr Mek
                    Your comment made my day
                    Read your review again and again
                    It does qualify as a medal
                    You always look through the poetry
                    Dive deep in the words and even go through what goes behind
                    Marking my ambitions
                    I am glad that now my words can flow with ease
                    A poetry with muse around makes a person complete and satisfied
                    Wish you a very happy holiday dear Mek
                    Stay safe

                  • woundedheart

                    Time is an illusion a mere marketing trick invented by those clever Swiss cookoo clock makers lol. Very deep piece makes one pause and think. Merry Christmas 🎅

                    • spilleronsheet

                      Thank you so much woundedheart
                      Well yes the watchmakers are fooling
                      Making us grip every moment
                      And the present scenario has brought us back to industrial revolution days
                      Working with clocks on our desks
                      Wish you a merry Christmas

                    • Neville

                      I wish I had an answer but you pose such an age old question, I fear I will still be pondering when my last breath is drawn … x

                      • spilleronsheet

                        Well
                        That question remains
                        And don’t know even heavens have answer for it
                        Maybe time is the devil they created

                      • Nilanjana Singh

                        Time and the life are two best teachers. Life teaches us to make good use of time and time teaches us the value of life..... Thanks Dear Spills for sharing such a beautiful poem.

                        • spilleronsheet

                          Thanks for the beautiful insight dear Nilanjana
                          Glad you liked it

                        • Neville

                          I wish I had an answer but you pose such an age old question, I fear I will still be pondering when my last breath is drawn … x

                          • spilleronsheet

                            Let the time tick
                            And the mystery continue forever

                          • Vamsi Sudha

                            Dear Spiller, You did Spill your good beans today. A fine write and never knew how time tiptoed reading your poem. For a moment got absorbed in your Time. Wonderful and no wonder we are slaves of Time !!! 🙂

                            • spilleronsheet

                              How wonderful
                              I am so happy dear Vamsi you were into the poetry and the time just passed
                              Glad you liked it
                              Indeed we are slave of time

                            • Poetic Dan

                              Time is our own and you do marvels with yours! A true inspiration right down to the core leaving me with more words ready to explore!

                              What a delightful morning, thank you

                              • spilleronsheet

                                Very much appreciated for the kind words you store
                                How poetic
                                Thank you dear poetic Dan for such beautiful words you score
                                A verse in reply
                                Thanks a lot
                                I really liked the reply



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