Time - Friend or Foe?

Abundant and never-ending it once was,
but now flowing like water through cupped hands,
I cannot blame time as the cause,
for it was I that was not weary of the sands
of time…

Into a looking glass I peer,
to see what the past has left behind,
and the future that I cannot fear,
because it could be as cruel or as kind
as time…

Further and further I fall,
into a swirl of emotions and thoughts.
Thoughts that I cant now recall,
and countless feelings hurting like swords
of time…

Time heals everything they say,
Time and tide waits for no man they say,
Time and time again,
I am left with the consequences
of my decisions...
about time.

*Use your time well, do Great things
Happy New Year*

*Photograph used with permission : time_by_martybell*

http://www.martybell.co.uk/

Conceptual

I come today into this world riding on a golden chariot, prepared to take over and help the impoverished. I stay and fight battles to win the war. My thirst for success has gone unquenched...till now. I have found peace among my defeats, and that is the peak of it all.

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Rid me of my pain, suffering is so easy to write about, and happiness too… but how do I pen down abstract, fluid and shapeless thoughts... now there lies the challenge.

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I need a place to rest my head, to slow my heartbeat, to think less. Do you know of such a place? 
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I seek what I find hard to find. I want what I find hard to have. I am allergic to limits. Man’s biggest flaw? Or is it his grandest virtue? It’s the thing that makes all the difference between being man-made or god-made.

Grim

My brother is crying on my mothers lap,
For causing harm to others and others onto him,
Who is going to provide us the map?
To find Neverland and escape the world so dim

Everyday I see pain and suffering
Surrounding me, choking me
Cruel gazes are piercing
Why can’t anyone see?

Whom do I turn to?
Where do I run and beg for help?
Oh what do I do..
It feels like the end of my lap,
The finish line is still far off,
My running mates are falling now,
See them gasp and cough
The seeds we plant, we sow.

Is the blindness an act?
The injustice has become a habit...
Greed has turned to fact
And darkness looms bit by bit
My once fair world is gone
I long for the silence of good
Now I hear the noise and mourn
Fix it, if only I could