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To whatever there is a beginning
Must there also be an end?
If one does precede
Is the other pre-ordained?

Ceaseless the onslaught
Of the balled fists of Time
How long can I hold on
If you are no longer mine?

Memories keep knocking
Then hammering hard
Then I hear the swishing
Of a thought go past

I avert my eyes
I don’t want to see
You leaving me alone
Why won’t Time let me be?

Walking on the Beach

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8 Responses

  1. 1

    Hmmm…the piece has a substance in it.
    had a question..
    Can solitude help in reviving one’s identity?

  2. The imagery in this poem is fantastic – I particularly liked “the balled fists of Time” and “Memories keep knocking, Then hammering hard.”

  3. 3

    Thanks guys for your comments. I had a problem with not being able to segregate the verses in this poem no matter how many enters I maroed – any suggestions?

  4. @Romila .. The problem is solved (you can see the verses segregated now), there were some other problems also ‘ve mailed you regarding that!!

    Nice Poem bytheway ..!! 🙂

  5. 5
    Piyush Nigam 

    Interesting is the concept of time that your poem reminds us of…..and adding on the Ankit angle of solitude and identity brings about the complexity of the universe at its best.
    But then the only thing that helps us get past complexity is simplicity! Two simple concepts which are often difficult to incorporate into one’s perspective:
    You can truly discover yourself only in solitude – so enjoy the tough moments of being alone as what you learn in that place cannot be learnt in any other.
    Living in the moment rather than in the past or the future is probably the only route to happiness in tough times…and if practiced it probably improves the future that one may be worrying about in the present due to the weight carried from the past.

  6. 6

    While the discussion, undoubtedly, became exciting,
    I guess we ignored an essential part of the poem – losing somebody.

    And, I would like to link it back to what we were discussing. Often, we meet people who actually add to our ‘being’. However, I doubt that losing them can take away the part of them that became a part of our identity…

    What do you guyz think?

  7. 7
    Piyush Nigam 

    @ Ankit – The truth is you can never lose what you truly got from the presence of a person in your life. The catch is that we often get carried away with the need for ‘daily reminders’ in our relationships that we forget the true essence of why we are in those relationships.
    However, the above does fall apart in the ‘significant other’ kind of relationships where the timeless guarantee begins to form an essential pillar which gives the realtionship significance.

  8. @Piyush: You say “The truth is you can never lose what you truly got from the presence of a person in your life” – While I agree with this, we tend to distort our pasts by the knowledge we have in the present. For one to be able to assimilate what one “gets” from a particular person, it’s important not to do so. However, this is what is most difficult, I believe.

    @Ankit: “losing a person” can actually take something away from “our identity,” which may overpower what was added to “our being.”

    Sometimes, it takes a lot of courage to look ahead…
    But I’d like to end with a quote by Richard Bach –
    “What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls a butterfly.”

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