Guiltless Time

There never was a sense of guilt about frittering away time

Taking up the cause of some impulsive decisions

It is unimaginable to distress the recess with unpromising thoughts

If the eyes could only travel well past this time into the future

A soul feels, the trepidations of a future ruined

It will be delusional to not heed the warnings of the senses

Still carrying the child of a soul- an undeniable truth

Sooner, the arrival of a barren reality, of whose seeds have been sown

Time split by the dilemma finally coalesce to create a perilous moment

~Amitav