It’s The Time When…

Its The Time When... short poem

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It’s the time when
my mind is overloaded,
my mind is void.
I am playing songs peppy to my ears
I dance to none.
I am thinking of crying into my pillow,
I wonder what to cry about.
I don’t want to love ever again,
’cause it only gets harder,
I still find it alluring to love despite the pain.
I wish to shed all this grief,
I find myself wanting to wallow in it.

Why is time in the form of a wheel
with moments of ups and downs?
Happiness and sadness, fear and courage,
glory and shame, fury and forgiveness!
If only time wasn’t a wheel but a road instead,
Wouldn’t all of our life be peaceful?

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Saurin Desai

interesting thought but then history would never repeat itself, or would it? if we traced our path back?

keep writing


A nice poem.

Savi Mani

nice poem, liked every bit of it, yes the time which has gone would never come back, the past has gone and future is uncertain, so lets live in the present…….happiness and sadness both are part of life and life is a wonderful journey dear worth taking……..enjoy every bit of it irrespective of the ups and downs……..had read somewhere live in present, cause its the gratest gift of God thats why its called PRESENT……looking forward to many more poems from you


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