Tick tock tick tock passing away
these invaluable moments don’t forever stay
Seconds become minutes and minutes hours
Man loses his treasure this fine way
Time is but an ephemeral possession
a blessing for some, curse for many
the harbringer of prosperity & that of regression
which causes agreement & often contention
Men measure what is an immeasurable entity
In months of days and years of months
Time passes away unrelenting
leaving the unwise anxious & regretting
The eternal stream flows on
its demeanor indifferent
moving & moving waiting for none
easily lost but never won
The men of sagacity use it to their benefit
the foolish keep on ranting not today but tomorrow
but what is today may not be tomorrow
it might bring fulfillment or just sorrow
Use your time wisely, waste it never
humans die but time lives forever
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
Approaches sure and silent
Taking hold of the soul
for some its peace and for many violent
And it is ghastly
The body loses its vigor
its effect being immediate
being a sudden trigger
to the relinquishment of vitality
Men are born to die
Immortality is an unattained virtue
Life is a transitory period, sigh
the benefits of which we must pursue
It’s a strange thing, demise
a sort of an unwelcome guest
appearing as an unpleasant surprise
not understood by even the wise
People who live life in glory & fame
sometimes face its vengeance
which comes sudden & unexpected
while the half-dead continue their existence
Causing grief & pain
it picks out victims at random
all efforts at its prevention go in vain
it kills as it pleases
Death liberates
yet is undesirable
because it separates
from the world
It is felt but not seen
till those few moments
when mortal breathes his last breath
glimpsing at the pale face of death
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Creation of the Almighty which arrives crying
euphoric the man, the woman sighing
the solace which comes after what seems like years
shrieking, babbling; with great fears
away from its dark surroundings, in the world of light
Breathing, seeing, feeling; having eyesight
The innocent infant knows nothing
knows no good, no evil not a thing!
his life composes of eating, sleeping & screaming
mother’s lap is pure pleasure where he comes leaping
his mind is what can be said of soft clay
easily molded into anything in any way
This wonderful transition is wild
from an innocuous infant to a conscious child
who grows in intelligence and in stature
feeling his surroundings, interacting with nature
his wants and wishes are increasing
and craze of various things is unceasing
Yes, the child is growing
the water under his bridge is steadily flowing
fruit of upbringing is showing
Now a parent reaps what for years he is sowing
Childishness is almost extinct
in his mind now maturity sits
his expressions are clear and speech succinct
Sans innocence the man exists
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC