Axiomatically, it has been seen that ‘time’ plays a pre-dominant role in our life. It is the time which heals our wounds, it is the time, by passing of which we forget our deblitating incidents, it is by the passage of time that we think of starting of life afresh, it is through passage of time that everything including humans ages and dies its natural death barring some who meet their ends pre-maturally and time is a witness to all these. After the death also, time helps to resurect those who are eligible by dint of their past karmic deeds. In this world and beyond, time plays a crucial part. Animates and inanimates cannot escape its good or bad affects. I have made an attempt to write something about time and its affects, kindly go through it and comments. I love comments because these spur me to write on.
A charming index whence seed of an event was sown,
With its ageing, from one stage to a new one,
Enduring without demure,
Onslaughts of all seasons,
As time passes on,
A stage dawns when,
The small one becomes a full-sized tree yielding fruits by the tones,
Afterwards time tells upon it extensively,
The sturdy one becomes,
Fragile, its branches drooping,
And meets its poignant doom,
Time leaves an indelible imprint at every stage turning over.
Time is its own master,
It obeys none whosoever,
Surges ahead without punctuation,
Tolerates nothing in its functions,
Breaking all barriers on its path without caution,
No cage is made to preserve it.
With its passage many seeping wounds get healed too,
Just as enemies turn into chums so bosom,
With the soothing balm of time,
Water & air can be stocked for future use,
Time makes histories of eventful events for posterity,
What happened at what time period?
But time itself is neither an event nor an event of any kind,
In itself it can neither be measured nor travelled,
But still Time is unparalleled.