Writings - Unknown

Time. An eternal thing that existed before us and will exist after us. It does not stop for anyone. For anything. It continues to march forward, unraveling future for all of us and the Universe until there will be nothing left to unravel for. Time is considered sacred that many cultures equate it to the God. I would like to say that I agree with it. If time is God, the quality that grants the superiority is its Non-reversibility - that a moment once gone, it is almost impossible to have it in the same way again. Or I just want to call - Timing. To crack a good joke. To propose to your loved one. To take up a new work.  To catch up on a pending task. Timing is of utmost important. Any amount of effort goes waste if we don't do it within the right window. The regret of missing the timing is sometimes irreversible. It may cost us the whole life to recover. But how do we know timing is right? Honestly, we may never know. More than often, we know in only hindsight. But the thing is this...

The sound is still in my ears; The visual is not dying anytime soon. I was in the opposite lane, When they are crying in vain; She was rubbing his hands, Her vision blurred by tears; The other man looked out, Confused by no movement; The driver horned non-stop, The siren ringed non-stop, But nothing moved; All were aware, All were listening, but could do nothing - just like me; Every vehicle blamed  the one on its front, And the front one,  on its front. But there was never the front most vehicle, It's a line, that never ended. The line,  that could end the lifeline; The line, that could not be moved; My lane got cleared, I began to move; But they were still crying, With siren still ringing; I was moving ahead, further and further; But they were stuck, held by the line. Was it their mistake, to come here; Was I responsible, in some way for their agony? I reached home, But I still heard the siren. I slept that night, But I still saw them. The next day morning, I heard it a...