The Time’s broom
The
choices we make, the fate we face
The
people we love, the things -which we get attached with
The
aphorisms we contemplate, the principles we lay down
The
things which we do, the objects we hate,
The
fights, the vehemence, the gentleness the humility,
The
qualities, the brevity,
The
heart, the mind, the ego, the identity, the existence;
Everything
seems to be so futile, so weak, so small, so inconspicuous;
The
‘Time’ pervades through all.
‘Time’
– all pervading Time.
The ‘Time’ itself is timeless, yet it
is on Time.
The
‘Time’ cherishes the virtue of ‘Permanency’;
The
‘Time’ is its own ‘nourisher’ The ‘Time’ is inevitable
It
is a great friend, it is greatest amongst the foes,
In
its womb lies the secret of destiny, In its Heart uproars the Great mutiny,
Its
lust exists to befall the legends whom it woes. It is the witness to our
Heart’s deep groves
It
sees you rise and fall, It sees you good and bad, It sees you love and hate
It
sees you closely, every moment; it’s always with you, yet absent,
To
some it appears vehement, to some- like a moon’s crescent;
Lit
with an intellect radiant
It
witnesses you naked, yet its nature is decent…
It
exists because it is transcendent
It
makes your heart beat, Beat in a rhythm unknown
It
makes your mind fall in lust,
It
makes the mortals rise to the skies and; And then it makes them fall to dust.
It
is so robust
Sometimes
I feel, it has set itself to destroy the Earth’s crust!
I
wonder, we chase it everywhere…
Yet,
we fail to experience it in the ‘Present’
Watch
out, it is there with us every moment…
With
us it dwells gently,
Teaching
us the nature of life benevolently
So
that we derive our energy from ‘That’ Entity, When our foes attack us
vehemently
Look,
See the Immortal Time, In those sunlit, Heart soothing Mornings
Can
you See it’s beauty,
It
dwells in the smiles of the unseen Infinity,
Oh
dear, Beloved, Why does your Heart not try?
Oh
Beloved, Why do in its race you too try?
Leave
it. You will be forced to cry…
Has
it ever touched your Heart
Look
the seasons have changed, Gone are those clouds, when it rained,
Past
is the time of that winter chilled, Because ‘Time wants to show the Summers
‘dried’
So
that you await those rains
So
that in your longing, You remember ‘Him’,
Him,
Yes ‘He’ is the ‘Time’, You better Thank ‘Him’
But
you tried to chase Him in Disgust, You! you tried to defeat Him,
Though
He helped you every moment, in the dried sands and in the sour grapes,
You
failed to understand its Great Steps.
Be
vigilant now, at-least, when It stands before, at your doorsteps,
with
Its vehemence and war-time Wardrobe.
And
Brother, now… Now!
Now
you attempt to stop, the taken Step,
You
remind Him of your Love, of your attachments in depth,
You
plead before Him, for your bonds and the seek pardon for the bygones.
With
Mercy when it Looks at You, With benevolence when He Loves you,
You
again forget Him, Lost in your Pride Vain,
You
try to rise again to defeat ‘His Great Reign’
Why
don’t you understand its not about the Race with Him,
Listen
My friend, it tries to teach you something, At-least now learn to trust Him
For,
like Trust his nature is ‘Transcendence’
(Time)
He expects your Remembrance
For
His Universality, In its Solitude
He
exists amongst us, in the midst of mankind to what we know as ‘Time’
Understand
Without ‘It’ Your Life is futile,
Without
‘It’ you do not exist,
Do
you Remember, your childhood and the phase when you were born,
Its
gone, yet it exist with you, in the ‘Times’ gone;
A
day will come when you will meet your doom,
If
Time is not respected, it will dust your memories with Its ‘Mighty Broom’.
