This year the journey has brought us to the threshold of ‘TIME’. Time being one of the oldest concepts of human imagination is yet the most marvelous mysteries of our civilization.
A mystery, An Awakening, Or a quest eternal; I search and probe for the sense of life itself. While it stares at me with a giant eye,
Unblinking, still and frozen, I am beholden, as I know it to be both My doom and my journey…
Oh how stupendously grand and wonderful it is, The all seeing, unnerving eye
The eye of time ...
Unblinking, still and frozen, I am beholden, as I know it to be both My doom and my journey…
Oh how stupendously grand and wonderful it is, The all seeing, unnerving eye
The eye of time ...
Thousands of feet above and beyond On a silent mountain I sat, Nothing moved much, except the cold wind
Stillness, every rock and stone of that mountain had, This place has seen a thousand years, and a thousand more it will see
As if nothing has changed, and nothing will ever be …
Stillness, every rock and stone of that mountain had, This place has seen a thousand years, and a thousand more it will see
As if nothing has changed, and nothing will ever be …
This place, being a watcher of past gone, present and future to come, This convergence of time, gave birth in me, A desire to conquer time But it laughs on with its hands moving in a never-ending trance Can one master time, or is time the master of all
Do I fight, or do I surrender?
Do I fight, or do I surrender?
Time, flowing like a river And I, floating on it like a twig Every moment the river shifts, I move ever so slightly
And my destination changes… Yet, every move I make, the course of this river shifts,
Ever so slightly And its destination changes…
Promises of love lost, Mother’s love in a childhood long forgotten, Father’s words of laced with wisdom and hope,
Dreams to fly from the highest of towers… Why is all this held in dams with doors locked? When a single name can crack it open
And the flood of memories sweeps us away on the torrents of time.
And the flood of memories sweeps us away on the torrents of time.
Past lives inside me, sleeps with me in the same bed, Hidden deep in the catacombs of my mind,
Always there, calling me, nourishing me…Yet it always is a distant memory
A memory which requires an effort to remember Yet sometimes, all I require is a simple thread to lead me back…
From this past I learn. Learn to deal with my ever confusing present. Present, often the past re-wrapped in a beautiful cover.
Like a smart salesman trying to sell the same thing again. To see past the gimmick, I try to remember.
Memory is the greatest gift of past to our present I often live in amnesia and always keep asking
Who am I?
Who am I?
“Fleeting as sand and quick as a rabbit Present is a time with a very quirky habit Doesn’t ever give you enough pauses to think
And often rushes by you in a blink” Immeasurably small, and yet holding the golden threads of who we are
Our life, struggles, family and our whole world. Present is today. Present is now…
Present is also the past of the future. What I do today reflects on what I would be tomorrow When so many things can go wrong in a fleeting moment. How can I do what is right today? The seamlessness of time and the laws of causality
Are they here to help me or to destroy me?
This uncertainty is the essence of time to come. I try to watch what is hidden from me. Yet I fail to see beyond the fleeting moment
Why can’t I judge what the future holds? Maybe, because it not one future, but many…
Of these many futures which one will be true? Or, are these all true? How do I end up in one of them, and not in all?
Or are there thousands of versions of me Living in all those futures simultaneously?
Or are there thousands of versions of me Living in all those futures simultaneously?
Yet one of these futures belongs to me. My past has led me to present, and surely this present will lead me ahead.
I try and fail, and yet I try again, to control this behemoth. Time engulfs me under its weight, but it bows in respect too
There’s a peace in knowing I can’t control it, Yet, it listens to me…
The great fire keeps burning. Past, Present and Future, locked, in a deep conversation…
On this island, floating in abyss, sitting beside the fire, Basking in the warmth of this hearth,
I awaken to time…
