When the Time comes

December 7, 2012
By SimranRazdan GOLD, Hyderabad, Other
SimranRazdan GOLD, Hyderabad, Other
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Time is beyond our imagination
Yet a concept so simple
A term used everyday,
yet the meaning slips from our fingers

I am but a tiny speck
On Time's long journey
How can I make it matter?
This tiny speck on a vast sheet
That would soon be lost in oblivion
Forgotten as the clock ticks on...

How do I stand out?
Against that giant expanse
Does my existence not matter,
In the sea of many?

Will my words be lost?
Those I lovingly penned
Will my thoughts not count,
In the future ahead?

Will I cease to Know?
Still in the wind
Dry in the sea
And dark in the light.

But I will still fight that expanse
Though I am a speck
To create a cluster
That evolves into a stain
That time won't wash away
For my mark will still remain

My thoughts shall live on
Though I will cease to Know
A stain of resistance
flying against the wind
I will be wet in the sea
But with fire within
Bright with the light
But with moonlight wherein
exists my being

For I am, and I will be.

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This article has 3 comments.

Shail said...
on Apr. 9 2013 at 5:09 am
Very well written. What I love more though is the hope, the confidence it alludes! You go girl!

on Jan. 20 2013 at 5:55 am
SimranRazdan GOLD, Hyderabad, Other
10 articles 0 photos 34 comments
  thank you

saiPriyatham said...
on Dec. 20 2012 at 10:48 am
wow, just love it makes me acually stop n think about  it for a while;)


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