The Place where Time Doesn’t Find Space

 

The sun is shining brightly,

And sky if never painted cloudy,

Tranquility arises so highly;

Aloof from any reversal tidy.

 

Everything without a hurry;–

Man, material contended, satisfied,

Relax for calmness to carry

Them away from hot pursuit which once tied.

 

Where hast that urgency gone?

Makest which time too small,

Single instant now run

Endlessly without a fall.

 

Who sayth time never varies?

And instances are all the same,

Now each duty-less unit

Carries on and on without a name.

 

Ageless they now become,

Those who share this silence,

What are few sips of rum?

Here time drunk loses sense.

 

Transience wails somewhere far,

As it can’t hurry over here

To create same killer war;

The war which permanence fear.

 

Thus, the time gost on living,

Surviving without any rebirth,

And clock’s hands stop circling,

Lo all watches without worth!

 

O God! Make places such

Inside our restlessly bumping hearts,

Calculations where don’t matter much,

And soul where only happily flirts.