The Blur of Time

By Devanshi Tyagi

3rd Year, BA Sociology Honours

Design: Ayushi Rani

Time flies even when you're looking and even when you're not,

even when you're sure and even when you're not,

even when the two roads diverge and even when they don't,

Time flies even when the fireflies flicker near your eyes and

you try to navigate through a new path unsure of,

what you've left behind and what lies far ahead.

For time just flows through you; and you,

try to catch a hold of it and somehow make the most of it.

On some nights you hope it flies faster than it ever did

while on some days you hope against hope and

wish that it stops and stays just for a little while,

yet it slips away before you can catch it.

And then all at once you realise,

time flies even when you're writing and even when you're not,

even when it's raining and even when it's not,

even when everything you do doesn't feel as much

and even when it does seem enough,

time flies and more importantly, a part of you flies with it.

The fragments that are left behind are sprawled all over for you

to pick and see what is left of you and what you are left to see

and when you carry these pieces in your hands,

you let go of a few of them,

for you cannot carry them all

so, you hold on to some of them.

And when you stand near the path

where the two roads diverge,

you understand that the line that was once clear now stands blurred,

the fireflies still flicker near your eyes,

and you see your life in the blink of an eye, and

As for time, it flies.

Even when the sun shines

and even when it doesn't,

Even when you're grieving the faults of the past

and even when you're not,

Even when you're standing at the first rung of the ladder

and even when you're standing at the top.

Even when you stand tall

with pride gleaming all over you

and even when you fall on your face,

time stands but it doesn't stay,

time sits but it doesn't wait,

time looks but not for too long.

Whether you stand at the end of the road or at the edge of tomorrow,

time flies and most importantly, you fly with it.

All this while, you wait and hope that one fine day

when time sits beside you, it doesn't fly,

it stops and stays for a little while, only for you to realise;

was it ever meant to be this way in the first place?

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