Sunday, August 14, 2011

Time

Time passes.

Even when it seems impossible.

Even when tick of the second hand aches

like the pulse of blood behind a bruise.

It passes unevenly,

in strange lurches and dragging lulls ,

but pass it does.

8 comments:

Saru Singhal said...: True, it passes and leaves a fine memory...:) Few yet profound words...; August 16, 2011 at 12:57 AM
Smita said...: Yes, memories worth having.
Thanks for the comment :); August 16, 2011 at 1:07 AM
Smita said...: Yes, memories worth having.
Thanks for the comment :); August 17, 2011 at 12:50 AM
Saru Singhal said...: True, it passes and leaves a fine memory...:) Few yet profound words...; August 17, 2011 at 12:50 AM
SG said...: Indeed, passing of time is one of the most powerful phenomena we experience.; August 17, 2011 at 8:53 AM
prathima gangadhar said...: wow very beautifully penned; August 17, 2011 at 5:21 PM
Blogger_smita said...: Thank you prathima :)
Thanks for following :); August 17, 2011 at 6:55 PM
Blogger_smita said...: Yes, Indeed !; August 17, 2011 at 6:57 PM

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