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Time


Time is never ending in absolute,
Each one of us however has little of it,
How does the contradiction sound!
Couldn't we steal time from past and future?
And from others if we can or could,
As we hold on to our present,
We could but not literally so,
Several of us live in past as well as in future,
Though not realizing the reality of those times,
We seem to project ourselves backward and forward,
Vertically as well as horizontally too,
We could relive past and create future,
But always without ourselves in their midst,
Digging graves we get dust and building "new castles",
We only float in air,
It's all mental coagulation,
Blurred in unspecific details,
We guess and create; guess again and create again,

Time flows on and on,
As we too go on,
Time never stops,
But we do come to an end,
Time is there because we wanted it there,
We are here as if time wanted us here,
We sure were not an accident of nature,
Where our parents knew that we were along,
Surely time did want us here,
On a purpose and to fulfill a need,
It's all planned in details and neat,
Please, however, see the TIME,
It is now, never, ever and forever,
We are however now and here and for some years,
The pattern is old and pretty old at that,
TIME is a real bulky book and each one of us a single page of it,
When we are gone we are history,
And others turn to our pages to live by us.

On my page as much as of it is written thus far,
 TIME had several paces,
 For some TIME the TIME remained still,
Believe me I had felt it so,
It did not move but I did move,
Towards death,
When the time was not moving at all,
It was for me and only for me,
However everything else gelled by the time was,
Moving along quite all right,
One could ask couldn't I make "still" TIME run "fast"?
TIME was running out for me very fast,
On few other occasions,
They told me to wrap it all fast,
Behold on each such "hurry",
I could do but little right,
TIME made me commit mistakes,
Big or slight,
I learned to live by/with them,
One could again ask couldn't I make "hurrying" TIME get "still"?
I would say nor me nor anybody around,
Could alter the pace of TIME much,
By little of course yes,
By and large TIME determined its own pace,
Forcing the actors and props along,

As TIME moved on,
It was no longer galloping but moving normally along,
As I passed from child to man to wise man,
TIME always kept along,
As I live inactively now,
With little material needs,
The time also moves gradually along,
Now it is writ large and understood axiomatically almost,
That TIME has deep correlation with material,
More material hastens the pace,
If you have seen the fate of a vehicle,
Hurtling down at break neck pace,
You know your material fate too,
The vehicle does travel far and long,
To admiration of several around,
But it also crashes before long,
And you know this TIME well,
Your TIME has come,
To hurry up and get all of it in wrap,
Before your page gets turned over,
In the real bulky book of TIME for posterity on tap.


 
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