Time wheel, A dormant reel of the present
A self set seal on the dark past
A self treated heal of the scar cut in the past
A self tuned deal of the coming dates
It wheels and wheels and wheels…..
Whether one likes it or not
Whether one tracks it or not
Whether one counts it or not
Whether one preserves it or not
Whether one directs it or not
Never stops Never rests
Never pauses Never reclines
Times unknown how much it ran, except a
few bumps of chronology through few spells of digging
Times never known how much it may run further except a few scribbles of imaginary stories through few petals of fiction books
It runs and runs and runs……….
Whether one runs along with
Whether one freezes tired of breath
Never resists Never protests
Never complains Never objects
History never calculated it’s speed
Future never forecasted it’s road
Except the present learned to survive as its mood
One can’t number of it’s spokes
One can’t assume of its patterns
One can’t figure out of its shades
One can’t trace out it’s path
One can’t catch of its pase
Except one can say,
It hosts two pages: the dark one and bright one
And one can decide themselves,
On which page their mark to be signed
Bright one or dark one
It rolls and rolls and rolls ………..
Whether one makes a mark on it not
Whether one stamps an impression on it or not
Into the Clocks unknown
Into the Chronicles unwritten
Never bothers Never hassles
Never troubles Never frustrates
Just recedes into the old
Just proceeds into the new
As the Sun ascends in the East
As the Sun descends in the West
©Anjana Lahuri@2020
