Time-a poem
Time (thankyou)
Thank you for healing me
Thank you for rescuing me
Thank you for re-discovering me
A back-stabbing friend
A wild pet
A thorny rose
Indeed an unpredictable and obstreperous
Yet a perfectly calculated and measured entity
Ticking inside my tiny bed-side clock;
In my brain
In my body
The 360⁰ angle, every day, every hour, every minute;
religiously wrecking and restoring my nerves
Aging my body by the tik,
Up-grading my brain by the angle
Scaling my bleeding wounds by the milli
Scarring my heart my giffi
Building my persona by the nano; the smallest of the dividends
Seldom, I do try to look ahead, to calculate you and predict me
Only to find you light years ahead, of my thought and vision, slipping out of my hands
You mould me
You teach me
You dictate me
I wish I could pause, a mere nano part of you;
Cherish the pleasant moments
I wish I could rewind you; an aid to this nostalgia
A flash-back of regrets
Nevertheless you are the eternal truth, the reminder of the end
My only hope of preserving you is in the memories;
the lessons learnt,
the dried tiers,
the scars
even that you can fade
But thank you time for all that you gave given and taken.
