Time Cannot

Time cannot be translated, but the words can speak of the philosophy

The relevance of the pages are weighed by the gravity of those sentiments

It is not fate, but closer to the experiences that time can initiate any moment

Always relevant- sometimes praiseworthy, while most of the time reproached

Figurative djinns perhaps are repeating the magical words across the world

Sometimes, the current of silence is too much to resist, but life surrenders

Time does not weave a surrealistic extravaganza for the distracted eyes

An illusion is not a revelry, and the incoherent murmurs are subjective

Sail here and there, chronicle the journey, the undulations are ceaseless

~Amitav