Time

time is a unique relativity 

for someone who is busy, time passes extremely fast

for someone who is lazy, time is slow

for someone who has no thought, time is irrelevant

Roll of Dice

 If not for the play of time

The same dice that rolled to odds

Now roll to make evens

Momentary Confusion

 I wished to change the past

Alas! It did not last

I wished to shape the future

Alas! I did not have it either

All I had was the moment

of the Present...

So, I wished to acknowledge my presence

but the moments were constantly changing their grammar tense

oh!!! the momentary confusion was really intense

That made me question my persistence

about my  existence

so, I laughed at self

and told myself

Not to feel breathless

Because only the breath is endless😄

silence.... a bliss

The dawn has once again set in to welcome the beginning of another time period, just like a new day, just like the new year. What has this new era brought along? Has it brought lots of cheers, wishes and a celebration? To celebrate what? Is it celebrating the passing of the past moments that were filled with so many episodes, teachings and experiences? Or is it the celebration of something awaited? If so desperately awaited, is it sure to happen in the aspiring future? What has this Time, be it past or the present or the future taught one? Is it going to be the same old wants, needs and fulfilments! then, there is nothing new or different with this new time phase.
Is one locked in these faces of time; past, present and future?
Today as we pass through another new momentary phase, a lasting experience says time is undivided. It is our thoughts and wants that are actually divided. We exist and work towards establishing ourselves in life. We make a living as long as we, our body exists as long as the responsibilities need to be fulfilled. Yet, it is all very temporary, just as the leaving moment, just like the ever-running hands of the clock, the moments too are running! What is permanent then? That which was always with us.  The silence that was always present; but was shadowed by the voices of our thoughts and wants, whose presence is pleasantly felt as the voices are hushed. When the voice is calmed and the noise of our thoughts is quelled, silence peacefully blossoms as the immortal bliss.