While working on the article 'My Top 10 Songs' I got this particular idea as I wrote on Floyd's track 'Time'.
As callous hands wrench open the gut
To feed from a sour heart
Nourishes the maggots of the mind
A feast for the greatness of Time.
Greyness and joint aches
Reach the height of a mad aftertaste
A terrifying image of the near future
A coffin some flowers and a prayer
For the end as birth is just nature.
It doesn't stop It doesn't wait
The stability of continued doom
Time flies beyond bloom and gloom
Life and death
It piles both in the same store
Till the hours are over
But our dreams and plans are there for more.
It flutters by like a butterfly
Running to meet commands
That the minds cry
To race and catch up
Before all hopes slip by.
So waste no more of it
Assumed attendance don’t make it
For a fickle mood it carries
Its availability is temporary
Rest in one place it does nary.
© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra
Tiyasha Maitra (author) from Gurgaon on October 29, 2019:
Thanks for commenting Shanon and John. These comments encourage me to write more every day. Thanks a lot.
Shannon Henry from Texas on October 29, 2019:
How very dramatic of you. Isn't it great? This was a very thought-provoking and interesting poem to read.
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on October 29, 2019:
Time seems to control everything in our life, and the span of our life itself. Very vivid imagery here, Tiyasha.
Tiyasha Maitra (author) from Gurgaon on October 28, 2019:
Thanks Tia and Mr. Chatterjee. I have tried to capture the volatility of time. Thanks for commenting.
Tia Miller from Arkansas on October 28, 2019:
This so beautiful and yet so sad. i love it!
ARUN KANTI CHATTERJEE from KOLKATA on October 28, 2019:
A nice note on the fleeting nature of time which matters.