Time flies with unseen wings
or may be it has a chariot pulled by the horses;
horses that come from the land of hundred Suns.
where there is no difference of day and night;
or seasons and weathers, and it is impossible
to tell one hour from another. That is where
they would want to pull it away.
Away from all of us mortals
begging more and more of it,
when all we get is some sand of time
knotted, tight together –
in the glowing cloth of false hope
with a hole in it.
So, every time we try to tie it harder
to not let more of sand slip away,
we only make it slip faster
with nothing adding up for us
but knots of agony; and thus
the time flies away.
Originally published at merejazbaat.com