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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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
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
… 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
I truly resonate with your words
Even I find time is always running too fast
I am unable to catch it
Time is such a challenging thing to control but we must always enjoy every moment we have as they will not come back.
Andy
I agree with you sir
Time is at its own pace
The best one can do is to live in the present moments
It's 'time' for me to say - good write S. 🙂
Ahhh
That’s a clever reply Orchi
Thanks Orchi
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.
Yes dear Dusk that’s what time is
Neither one who betrays
Nor faithful who loves
It’s simply doing their own work
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.
Thank you so much dear Dusk
Glad you liked it
Thanks for your kind words
Much appreciated
I am happy you liked this work
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.
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
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
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
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 🎅
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
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
Well
That question remains
And don’t know even heavens have answer for it
Maybe time is the devil they created
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.
Thanks for the beautiful insight dear Nilanjana
Glad you liked it
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
Let the time tick
And the mystery continue forever
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 !!! 🙂
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
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
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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