Writings - Unknown

Time. An eternal thing that existed before us and will exist after us. It does not stop for anyone and anything. It continues to march forward, unraveling future - until there exists nothing to unravel. In many cultures, time is considered very sacred that they equate it to God. I would agree with that. The quality that grants the superiority to time is its Irreversibility - a moment once gone, it is impossible to get it back. We may recreate a given moment at a later point, but not in its entirety. Never. Some of our tasks require us to be in sync with time. Given that a moment may not come back, we need to act before it passes. To say - we need to match the 'timing'. Cracking a good joke, proposing to your loved one, catching up on a pending task - Timing is of utmost important. Any amount of effort gets wasted if the task is not done within the given time. The cost of missing the timing can be so high that it takes our whole life to recover. But how to know if we are timing ...

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...