Time doesn't stop for anyone. Some are chasing it, some are running away from it. An ironical being, for sure. Creating dichotomy while it slithers betwixt the passage of days, weeks and years.
Time is like music, an inebriating cocktail of mellifluous melancholia and dolent divinity.
I often feel Time can be a miracle! That vintage chair in the library reminds me of the magical times. Where I'd sit for hours listening to vinyls of old soulful classics, that Time brought me. Showering pristine saudade of melody. Making me believe that Time is a gift to mankind, that helped in its evolution.
But Time can also be a disaster! As it is responsible for creating a paradoxical thing, none other than Memory. Memory and Time are each other's muse. When one drinks the concoction of it, they either get a bitter taste or a sweet one. Something that is out of their control. Memories give Time the power it requires, over a being. Thus, making it the undisputed master.
Time loves to play with people. Either by gifting them an abundant part of itself, or by snatching away whatever is left of it with them. An unscrupulously precarious affair, that it dons as a proud attribute. Making it superior to every other facet of Life. I guess, Life married Time. To take care of its offsprings. Rewarding and punishing them according to their respective deeds. A perfect combination it is though. And I salute Life for it. Heartily!
Time Doesn't stop Can't be seen None can possess Inspite that, controls the strings of our lives
"Love my forgery and you'll wish you never cherished Love my despair, you'll find me trapped deep within it"
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Ishhh I am here waiting for night When dark will reveal the hiding stars beneath the sky Hovering tinkle.. silent beam! accompanying moon with shyyyyy! °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•
To the unsent messages //Though you striked the doors of My beloved but never reached His heart .. Though he was known of it but Never paid any heed to the Wailings and pleas of getting Him back :- the way he used to be Before the detention of two One soul adhesion...// @writersnetwork@mirakee
First line: 4 syllables Second line: 5 syllables Third line: 6 syllables
The purpose of most questionku poems is to raise a question about life or humanity that the reader will think about. Usually, the first two lines set up the background and the third line pops the question.
It's a question, not a statement please understand the difference.