Forever moving on Immortal and ceaseless Binding in itself The essence of all the moments, from genesis to conclusion of manifold forms Never choosing sides Not one to ever sloth Moving alone in space With no ally ever sought Carrying all those memories Of millions that came along And were forever gone! Still it keeps going on Not even an ache, Neither yearning For the irredeemably lost A boon or a bane, An intention or obligation, A riddle unsolved, Secrets that will remain Buried in time forever Lest it ever halts And if not, then maybe As the popular phrase goes “Till the end of time”… DeepShikha Punera
Cover picture credit: Srashti Jyoti Agrawal
DeepShikha Punera is a PhD scholar interested in finding psychosomatic links in health and disease, juggling through countless hobbies trying to learn and explore whatever of interest she stumbles upon. Expression through writing comes more naturally to her than speaking.
Great poem! Time is a funny thing. It scars you, then heals you back, only to scar you again; till the end of time…!