The Maestro- ‘Time’

The wheels of Time,

Always move ahead of me

No matter how diligently I pace up

Does it happen with you too?

 

At times, I feel it’s mocking me-

For my turtle moves,

For the pause I assume,

For the moments of my muse

 

I find it assuaging too,

When I cocoon into my solitude,

Unable to bear the handicap of anticipations,

It then patiently awaits my metamorphosis

 

It squashes me with its speed some days,

When I prefer to tread carefully,

To scale the mountain,

To surmount the peak of challenges

 

There are days when it smiles at me,

When it watches me gleam like fireflies

As I evolve from my fallacies

As I choose to persevere than resent

 

It often incarcerates me,

In the cage of its ambiguities,

And I, like a man handcuffed for a trial,

Await innocently, too perplexed to voice myself

 

The wizard of Time blesses me sometimes,

When I’m able to ride with all my verve,

And it holds my hand with pride and conviction

And together, we reach the finish line

 

“But it’s not the end of the sprint,” Time proclaims

And we begin all over, yet again!