Time

A frozen clock,
melting,
by the passing second.
Time.

Life is like a cold volcano,
stopping abruptly.


Time,
once took over the volcanoes,
and created histories.

A history called humans.


Time,
a smudge of fresh paint,
on the bland wall.
And,
it later scrubs off by the
wind of limitation.


***

It is a museum,
one that floats somewhere in the infinite void,
of thoughts and rotten,red wounds.

(the very wounds that opens up,
when time stops.)

It's a museum of dolls.

A bewitched doll,
with bloody eyes and blue limbs.
One on squeaking,
bleeds,
and when laid to rest it,
smiles.
And,
then when the doll is stabbed,
blood on the clock.
the hands stopped moving,
second remained
Time,
continues.


***


Time,
is a lover's paradise hung upon eternity,
singing the song of lonely,
attics,
and narrating tales of empty,
letters.

It is also like a,
nuclear weapon.
(over which you have more wars than with it)


****

Time can make you feel like a,
empty beer can;
thrown on a white dull beach,
lined by freshly chopped grey trees;
which swayed to the blue sun and the distant ship,
by the monotonous waves.

Life now becomes the grey.


***

with time the ancient warriors got buried in the mud,
and their arms,
got polished for the next crusade.

with time red roses turn white,
and honey bees throng to the cactus.

as time flows,
the river of melancholy dries up, revealing the dry truth.

with time,
time changes.


***

Time says.
this has to stop here.

time says this has to stop here.