The wheels of time
of this emerald life
mounted on the memories
and dragged along
by our days of gore;
they are dragged
pushed and pulled
with scraped knees
and bloodied knuckles
we move a little bit more
You whimper
cry,
groan,
with blood-curdling scream
as these spokes
dig deeper into your spine;
and with the
tape stuck on its reels
you count the moments
lost in the ethereal time
Everything has to be in unison
every move
has to be in lockstep;
cause if you miss a beat
or it gets stuck
with a slightest of fold
you can lose
a lot more than you can forget
Those wheels of time are merciless
they spare no king,
no pauper;
those broken memories
leaves the ashen residue on you
fecund hands
if you try to hold them any longer
The tape spins,
I long for a sweet symphony
floating on the backs of a caliginous life;
but as the spokes move
the pain oozes
from my suppurating wounds
and I can only hear
the phantasmic white noise.
Published by Megha's World
I’m a mother of a smart and energetic seven-year-old. I started expressing myself creatively since the last two years. Since then I have been continuously inspired by events in my life and around me which has helped me in penning my thoughts.
I’m an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. Loves to dance in the rain, have an undying love for nature, can watch the beautiful sunset for hours. Love to kiss and hug my loved ones.
I have worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. In that busy schedule, I never got the time to creatively express my thoughts. Now every time I finish a poem, free verse anything it fills me with so much happiness and excitement and a feeling to have created something of my own. I’m planning to post at least one creation of mine weekly.
Lastly, a million thanks to all who visit, like or follow my tiny bits of creation.
Every time you do that, I get to know one more beautiful person in my life and get the chance to see their creation too.
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This is really excellent!
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Thanks so much for reading.
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Beautiful. The time does do wonder. Sometimes heals and few other times make the wound even deeper
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So true…teals heals and even scrapes us.Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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Thanks for the read Megha
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Time moves of its on accord, stops for no one, waits for no one and is completely indiscriminate. Loved this and the image – those old cassette tapes (I still have boxes of them) 🙂
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Yes,it was a visual prompt.Thanks for your thoughtful comments.
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You are welcome!
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Congratulations!!!! I just submitted my contribution to VV this morning and chanced upon yours!
Love your poem! Brings back many memories …
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Cool!all the best! let me know how it goes
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Very thought provoking.
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Thanks souch Emily for reading my poem with your heart
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Beautiful piece, Megha! Loved it!
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Thanks so much Ana.Missed your comments
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You have a way with words. The tropes used are so unique and I bequeath a garland for connoisseur like you. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thanks Anand for stopping by and reading my poem
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