20/11/2025
They say Time does it all
It heals,we forget and we rise from the phoenix of our own ashes , It's true
but the path it takes to bring the change is nothing similar to the advent of spring after the cold season.
So time makes us go through it all
Like travelling through the coordinates of a graph, covering a degree of 360
and yet we say there is no change,
the acceleration is zero, we conclude.
But can you measure life through subjects of science where theories change every day and humans are measured with their ability to say? Try poetry instead.
Poems are insignificant, no scientific methodology to conclude your pain.
But it will give no false hope of
next week,next month or that one day.
It will let you erase yourself,
Howl Peacefully while it holds
your shaking hands,and
in return will ask no questions
Provide you a space to grieve in silence
Will make Time feel freeze at your feet
And in the process you"ll realise
The ‘ When’ has arrived , it's time to get back to your daily life, engage in scientific discourses and pretend we are priests who can tell others which path leads straight to heaven. Become the “all knowing”
And tell others how long it takes?
Until we are back to the phase and have to start from the same place…
and this circle continues till we remain fake
So this time before asking them When? Open a book ; Keats or Shelly!
Kedarnath Singh will do the job too.
Immerse yourself in verses,
Read between the lines and you"ll forget how long it takes for you to pass from one coordinate and enter the other one
All the commotion might feel unbearable
to you but atleast
You'll not tell anyone with a straight face 'How long does it take'...
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Penned by Shreya for
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