time

Time, he’s timely and constant,
He waits for no man,
And he’s more expensive,
Than any substance on earth.

Time, he determines progress,
Fads and patterns wait on him,
And he’s more consistent,
Than any trendy trend that ever was.

Time, he shows no emotions,
Nor rationalisation either,
And the past, present and future,
Are meaningless themes of humanity.

Time, are you real or perceived?
We can’t see, hear, taste, touch or feel you,
And yet we sense you always.
Relativity’s breathe hinges on you.

Time, how do we define you?
A formless form or a form of formless?
A true and independent leader,
Every being and system depends on you.

Time, you are the ultimate judge,
Our deeds you rinse before our eyes,
Rich and poor, the famous and nameless,
And a few, you adorn with your lei.

Time, can you pause for a moment?
A step ahead, you always are,
We pant, trying to pace with you,
We can’t catch you, yet we try.

first steps

The scariest place is the unknown,
And the first steps towards such void,
are cautionary. It is my first attempt,
how it will turn out, I have no idea.
But as in all fads, I hope this little act–
Gathers momentum as it rolls downhill.

I try to savour every moment;
Appreciating the little movements,
Of the leaves and calm of the night.
I have become a wonderer,
in the world of knowledge.
Knowledge have I gathered,
Sharing, I will gladly with all;
My thoughts and perceptions,
have been shaped by such knowledge.

Sometimes I fear I’m wrong,
Thus my first steps are usually small.
But I have learned that doubts,
makes me feel that way.
I will take giant strides,
when I get a feel of the terrain.
Because I will not be afraid,
to make mistakes.

I have lived my life trying to be me,
I have found meaning,
in odd places and events.
It has been difficult,
since everyone I meet,
Wants me to be a little like them-
Half-breeds and imperfect beings;
Funny isn’t it, because I intend to be me.

Everybody has been wrong before;
The most important thing,
is to learn to unlearn the wrong.
I am open to criticisms and new ideas,
but as I grope on this turf,
I need a helping hand.