A large, stilled, ocean
that one can’t measure,
But floats from a point to the other
– that can be straight or zigzag,
circular or any.
there is no movement, but on surface, it seems moving.
– like air or speed makes it moving
towards no decided way.
One floats from one point to other.
They call it Time
– which is nothing but product of their minds.
They see, –
sunrise and sunset everyday,
some seasons repetitively,
and they imagine two points,
and the journey between points
they call it time.
Time doesn’t take anyone to anywhere.
It’s one who floats,
that some distance has been passed,
some experiences has been gained,
something good or bad he feels is
from personal perspective,
but Time is, was and will be,
– same, stilled.
20:16 Monday 12nd June 2017