It’s The Time When…

Its The Time When... short poem

Photo by Alan Cleaver 

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

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

3 Comments on "It’s The Time When…"

Notify of
avatar
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Saurin Desai
Member

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

keep writing

Debabani
Member

A nice poem.

Savi Mani
Member

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

wpDiscuz

The Time Is 10.23 Pm

The Time Is 10.23 Pm long poem

The time is 10.23 pm The time is 10.23 pm; I thought I would tell you the time. I realise you will want to have this time again, But there simply is not the time. I do not have an

Time Bomb

Time Bomb long poem

My fellow Americans, The hour is dark. Hence I stand before you With a heavy heart. Something is coming, Something man has never seen – An attack lacking precedent Within the pages of history. As you all well know, We

When I Was Just 16/ode To The Mentally Ill

When I Was Just 16/ode To The Mentally Ill long poem

I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we

One Time Above A Little Shop

One Time Above A Little Shop short poem

One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club

When Weaving Stopped

When Weaving Stopped short poem

The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The