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While working on the article 'My Top 10 Songs' I got this particular idea as I wrote on Floyd's track 'Time'.

Time Flies


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

Incessant demands

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.


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