Thursday, September 23, 2010


Time is a bit too relative, to make any sense
Past, present and future, always in a state, we appropriately call tense
And it's not a smooth fabric, woven in harmonic peace
It's a crude patch-work, strung together piece by piece
We stumble, we fumble and grope our way, seemingly forward
An illusionary direction, to counter the nothingness of life, to comfort ourselves we've conjured
And we try to capture in stillness, frame by frame, that which we fail to fathom
In our eternal quest, to rationalize it all, for we fail to understand the serenity of the random
We live on, trying to best it all, but no matter how great our legend or how good our lore
It'll all be rendered feeble soon, for in time's world of relativity, everything lasts only a moment and no more...


Ria said...

aah so well said....each and every word is so true.

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

Hehehe...would you believe the inspiration was struck whilst waiting for a train at the crowded Kurla station? Couldn't get into the train and was wondering why people were hanging by their finger tips to save 10 mins...and to do what? GO home and spread themselves in front of the tele?
Sat down right there and wrote this!

Sneha said...

Nice one.

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

Thank you ma'am!

sneha said...

i feel you wrote this for me :)

Punam said...

That is a poem that surpasses many in terms of subtleness, profoundness and real gyaan. I esp liked the way you summed it all up in the last few words.. "everything lasts only a moment and no more..."

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

@Sneha:> :) Hehehe...such is the case with poetry, applicable to everyone!

@Punam:> Thank you! Much humbled by your appreciation!