As layers of dream, weaved with strings of sleep
As unfathomable mind, where thoughts go deep
As miniscule pollens are drifted to bring in life anew
As the good morn bids the silvery damsel adieu.
Time flows on reigning all the laws
Clasping every second in its claws
Time, a cruel gypsy, wandering vagabond
Eternal performer of a never-ending allemonde.
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I love the way you place your words! Beautiful poem, Maniparna 😀
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Awww..thanks so much dear…. I’m flattered… 😛
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Amazing how you’ve put this into words so well! 🙂
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Thanks a lot for such kind words… 🙂
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How cool is that! I loved this comparison in the lines:
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As miniscule pollens are drifted to bring in life anew
As the good morn bids the silvery damsel adieu.
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Such a right pick!
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Thanks so much.. 🙂 glad to know you loved it, PH… 🙂
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beautiful poetry!
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Thanks a lot… 🙂
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“Time flows on reigning all the laws”… this a great insight and very well written… 🙂
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So glad you liked it, dear…thankssssss … 🙂
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What a lovely poem…time rules on every law, yes the seconds are in deep grip in its claws. The layers of dream in the sleep keeps coming and going, so is the evening sun set and the wandering of mind in this mesmerizing phenomena of nature…
just loved every bit of it…
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Thanks you so much…. the law of nature is very strict, isn’t it? it seldom has exception…. 🙂
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Powerful words leaving a deep impact on souls:)
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Thanks, Vishal for such nice words… 🙂
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Sad, but true.
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Yes, it is…
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Beautiful! The picture compliments your words so well. Time flows reigning all the laws….Just beautiful and so true…
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Thanks, Rekha… so glad you liked the picture as well as the words… 🙂
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Time is really a cruel gypsy, wandering vagabond. Such depth this poem has! Loved it, Maniparna 🙂
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Thanks, time is really a cruel one, but at times it heals all the open wounds…. 🙂
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What a dreamy, ethereal quality your poem has!
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Thanks…glad you liked the way it has been weaved… 🙂
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WOw Beautifully penned… Time is the only constant ..and it also changes..
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Yes..very well said, dear… 🙂
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Time is a strange thing, for humans it means the aging and falling apart of bodies but for wine it means a finer taste. The greatest thing about time though is that it gives us the pleasure to contemplate words such as the rich ones you have given us.
I haven’t read a rhyming poem in ages and it is lovely to find a new one with such a wonderful sense of the symbiosis of time and nature.
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Indeed, time attributes the quality to wine..but in case of humans also, time makes us wiser and experienced along with the age. That’s a positive aspect I think. 🙂
Thanks a lot for such words of appreciation…inspiring as always… 🙂
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Nice poem, pretty picture 🙂
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Thanks a lot… 🙂
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Yes, time can be cruel. But it’s full of potetial. We can fill it with good stuff too. Enjoyed your poem, especially the last two lines.
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Thanks Myrna for dropping by… 🙂 glad to know you liked it…
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Your take on prompts always inspires me, since you give it a whole new perspective…lovely as always 🙂
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Thanks, Alok…such generous words…I find them so encouraging… 🙂
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I love the dreamy nature of these images..which are very insightful…it really sings and tick-tocks along like the dance of time..
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Oh! the dance of time with the tick-tock of the clock..that’s such a great image! Thanks a lot for such a comment… 🙂
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I liked this line Maniparna – time flows reigning all the laws. No wonder it is the most important and precious resource which literally rules everything!
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Yes, no one escape time… ( perhaps we will discover time-machine one day) 😀
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Splendid performer time is. Transforming emotions, people, worlds. All Time needs is time. That was mesmerizing personification in this beautiful piece 🙂
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Thanks, Prateek…. your words always make me smile… 🙂
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beautifully expressed
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Thanks… 🙂
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lovely poem..especially liked the..bidding the silvery damsel adieu 🙂
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Thanks..that’s also my favourite line… 🙂
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awesome expressions!
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Thanks… 🙂
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A good work on time.
Time flows and that’s the problem. I’m already feeling so old and rusted 😛
Nice pic as well as good poem with amazing last stanza 🙂
Have a good day!
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“already feeling old” ? and you are not even married… 😛 😀
Thanks so much, Anoop ..have a great weekend..Friday being your holiday… 😀
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Arrey old aur marriage ka kya relation hai 😛
Thank you too 🙂
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Aha..try to understand…you should get married before getting old.. 😛 as simple as that… 😀
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I have a short story waiting in my drafts… Will try and complete that. It has your favorite character in the lead and also answer to this comment 😛 😛
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Well…that makes me feel super excited…publish it ASAP…. 😛
I wonder what is the answer to this comment… 😀 😛
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It will always be a pleasant one as you would expect of me 😛 see I have a reputation to live up to … *loling*
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the contrast in two stanzas almost like Beauty and the Beast here fill the dancing Time with foreboding specially when compared Time’s sharp, cruel image with the soft beauty painted in the first stanza…love this take on the prompt Maniparna 🙂
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Thanks for such a lovely prompt, Sumanadi…so happy you liked it… 🙂
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Short and sweet.. enjoyed this one 🙂
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Thank you… 🙂
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I have always loved all the interpretations of the illusion called as time. Very lovely. So is the silhouette 🙂
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Thanks a lot… time is a mysterious thing, in every way… 🙂
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sure it is. What time is it now? 😉
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Really like the metaphoric writing in the last stanza….especially the last line. I really like your approach to the prompt.
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thanks a lot, Mary… 🙂
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The first half of the poem talks about pollens, new life,morning (hope) and 2nd half about the control of time on each and every moment (routine). The combination of two keeps life going. What are the other interpretations of this beautiful poem Maniparna?
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You’ve wonderfully explained the essence of the poem, Somali. It matches so well with my thoughts…. no other interpretations…. you have it all… 🙂
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Okay this was just to make sure that I had understood it correctly. 😉
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I especially love your two closing lines…time the wandering vagabond! The photo on your banner is spectacular………
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Thanks, Sherry..such words coming from you, mean a lot… 🙂
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Some nice rhyming here, as well as some beautiful reflections on time.
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Perhaps time is cruel.. in order to pass on a lesson to us all.. as the saying goes.. cruel to be kind 🙂
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Yes, true..well said… 🙂 thanks for dropping by, Sanaa…
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Time’s claws makes it seem like it’s in control for sure, and an outsider to all we want–but look, look! Each moment has its music and dance. That is the impression of this first verse full of images.
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