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.

By DeepShikha Punera

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.

One thought on “Till the end of time”
  1. Great poem! Time is a funny thing. It scars you, then heals you back, only to scar you again; till the end of time…!

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