A PARADOX NAMED TIME

Its time to make over, to change and transform

To a different stance of life, hitherto unfelt of

Its time to sense and feel the change

Its time to stop rewinding the clock of life

Its time to abstain from backtracking down memory lane

Lest that we live for once this precious mortal life

Lest that death beckons at the fag end whence we die for once and for all

 

So, time ---- a precious parameter, ought be effectively utilized

Coz the indelible progression of time ………. Not static

Time flows by like a river, the tiny ripples surge forward with the flow

And our thoughts surge forward with time’s flow

Thoughts giving  rise to actions and deeds implemented

Actions triggering the pulse of life, the dynamic surge of time

What we think and then commit become the past tomorrow

What we predict and think about tomorrow dictates the future

And what we commit today becomes the present

 

I know, my friend, what it feels like walking down memory lane

Rejuvenating forlorn thoughts!

Yet don’t just linger upon the doorways now closed forever

Leading to the world that once used to be

Coz now that its falsification

Just contemplate what it takes to think positive  and move forwards in life

Don’t look back ! look forwards to the pencil of bright light rays

That now permeates through the open window

 

The window through which you catch sight of a splendid dawn the day after

The window through which you could see the distant fields

Where the sky embraces those meadows over the horizon

The window through which the winds of change blow  and impact our lives

We ……………… only a tiny speck in the sands of immortality

Of the colossus of time

 

The past ----- forgive and forget

The present ---- live up to it

The future ----- let the winds of change predict

         Ratul Banerjee