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How Time Flies Why do you refuse the present? That was my
favorite toy. Was my
Christmas gift, I found under the tree Santa really
came from North Pole Lowering
through the chimney Brought it
just for me Cutest toy I
ever had in so many years I want my toy
back. Mom! He took
my toy. I was playing
it. He simply
grabbed it and ran away She was so
beautiful. She was a
gift from the heaven I was really
in love with her. It was indeed
my first love. I bought her
everything she wanted Gifts,
dinners and more gifts I thought I
bought her the best time in her life. I thought she
thought we were forever He stole her,
when I was not thinking They ran away
when I was not looking No words of
love separation. No last hugs No tears Not even a
thank you note! Such a dry
separation! Dryer than a
desert sand Colder than
the south pole Cold hearts Dry souls She was mine. Now, I am the
only one crying Crying alone Yesterday was
so warm to me Why do I have
to freeze in the present? Does she
secretly wipe her tears? Do the tears
spell my name? What spell did he put on her? Faster than a
speeding bullet No you see
it. Next second it is gone It went past
by me so quickly. I could not
even take a complete look at it I wanted to
hold it, keep it, and treasure it. Forever, to
be mine, and only mine Flies without
any wings. Flirts with
us even though it can’t talk. Comes again
and again every tick of the clock. It is amazing
how time flies! Why do we all
live in the past? Sometimes,
want to rush to the future! Standing on
the beach, waves come gliding Along the
sand, still wet Caressing my
feet, rising to my ankles, Just to
retreat, yet come gliding again Brine that I
palmed seconds ago are dripping back to the ocean Yet my palm
hopes to capture the water of the waves still not here Looking at
the tall wave deep inside towards the horizon Rushing
through towards me Waiting its
turn among the other waves Unaware of the wave that just hit meTrying to
wake me up from the dream Dream of the
future, but yet lying on the present’s bed Tomorrow’s
dreams will never be mine today Dreams and
memories rob every second of the present When will I
really let myself live? Run away from
the past? Retreat from
tomorrow? Arrive at the
present. Back to really live! ~KRS Murthy~
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