Time Visits

Time visits with so many offers

Moments of surprises, moods, and revelation

As if a mysterious box holds them all

Seasons change and life takes unknown turns

Still, the past clings to it

There is no immediate escape

From the efforts of time to vanquish life

Is that the source of persistent rancour?

Sometimes solitude is chased

Not as a destination to rest, but to be forgotten

Usually, the trepidations are uncomfortable

It was fate choosing a solitary recess

Time feels like a ghost

Following each step and moment; obsessed

With the irrelevant narrative

Trying to transfuse life with sundry meaning

~Amitav