My dilettante attempt at poetry:
Don’t mess with me, beware!
I am Time, I wait for none;
More complex than molecules,
They call me a fourth dimension.
Theories abound on how I work,
But not one yet convinced this amateur;
So she is still in the dark,
She who writes about me, though to kill me;
Can you travel through me?
Can your past and present meet??
If the Happened can be revisited,
What do you call the future, present and past???
Rework on past being this difficult:
My future can you predict?
But celestial beings or sheer coincidence
Still helps some keep up the confidence!
The more you study me,
The more I confuse you;
In course of time, you might get me right -Oh!
In course of ME, you might get me right!!!
– Until next,
Vid 🙂
March 20, 2016 at 11:38 am
its beautiful…. especially the last line…
March 20, 2016 at 11:41 am
Thanks 🙂
November 4, 2012 at 6:36 pm
The beauty of this poem is one can replace ‘time’ with ‘woman’ and still it will sound the same — brilliant work, Vid.
Joy always,
Susan
November 4, 2012 at 6:44 pm
That is a BEAUTIFUL way of seeing the poem!
Thanks a ton Susan, it has been a pleasure knowing you guys 🙂
November 2, 2012 at 5:28 pm
ha ha
very true
gr8 choice of words
very well penned down
October 30, 2012 at 5:32 pm
”She who writes about me, though to kill me”;
i hope i did not kill more for this blog to understand it LOL… Good one..
One about the celestial confidence makes good sense ..
Good job.
October 30, 2012 at 4:54 pm
Hahaha, loved the ending!