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There were times when words could tell
what every raindrop felt,
There were times when words would fail
to see every cloud flail

There were times when roads saw us home,
memories and woods standing alone,
There were times when footprints faded,
crosses and signs jaded.

There were times when a touch would feel,
of the feelings untouched,
There were times when a glance would beseech,
to wipe off every tear that seeped.

There were times when passion would grip,
mock at the loss of logic,
There were times when reason overtook,
what passion begged to overlook.

There were times when abundance chimed,
perfectly timed,
There were times when emptiness reigned
a perfect hollow,imperfectly maimed.

There were times when I reached my destination,
and felt away from home,
There were times when I was distant,
the journey back brought hope.

There were times when I look back,
how time changed everything,
There are times when I stand alone,
and wonder how I changed every time...

Gyanban Thoughts - A few lines about the journey of life,where we witness so many changes, so many thoughts pass us by, definitions redefine,logic rebuts and reason fly by...without us really knowing why.We just flow and keep moving till one day time stop us,to make us think,of the times gone by..and why...

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  1. Very nice :)
    Keep 'em coming!!

  2. Wow GB! Amazing!
    Especially the last stanza was great, i felt. I'm gonna flick it onto my FB wall! :)

  3. @dialoguewithyou - thanks - good to see you here after a long time.

    @Aparna - I am glad you liked it.Welcome to Gyanban.

  4. :-) Time changes everything.Even things that you could never imagine changes with time.Well written Gyanban.Keep writing!

  5. Time is such a paradox... you captured the heart of it and made me think a little deeper this evening. Many thanks for this...

  6. @Sudeshna - It does, doesn't it?Thanks for appreciating.

    @Raajii - Good to see you back - am glad you liked it.

    @thelittlewritterthatcould - thanks for dropping by and appreciating this effort. Time does funny things ..some of which are quite inexplicable.

  7. Hi Gyan,
    After a long time and it feels good. Not just being here at your blog but also reading your poem.

    Your poetry was great, a wonderful weaving of words with images....

  8. Wonderful words. Has such a poignant and haunting feel to it... Keep them coming...

    P.S. Just wondering... if you would be able to translate "Momo Chitte Niti Nritye"... ?? Or guide me to a site that has a very good translation...

  9. GB Somethings in life should not and don't change.The things that are close to your heart and soul.If at any point in life those change then life becomes meaningless :-) U write very well, so keep it up!Cheers

  10. How do you do it? Each word, line, sentence and thought are filled with such intensity, it echoes in the readers mind as he reads through it.

    I paused at every line and felt in sync with the feelings here.

    It's wondrous na, how we change over time? Funny thing it is...

  11. Profound observation and expression !

  12. @Shail -Thanks for dropping by and appreciating these few lines.

    @Roshmi - I will try my level best to keep em coming.Thank you. I will try and see if I find any good translating software for Momo Chitte...if I do I will surely share the detail right away.

    @Sudeshna - Time and change are strange bedfellows.Thank you for your appreciation.

    @Venice - Welcome back.You are most kind.Thank you for appreciating these few lines. As I mentioned above - Time and Change are intriguing mates.

    Lonelyplanet - Thank you for appreciating.

  13. Goodie Good! stringing words in a poem with expression is an art!

  14. Changing with change is not a choice but gradually we are changing with change in time.

  15. @Pallavi - welcome and thank you.

    @Strummed Words - welcome & thank you.

    @PTT - i think there is a choice of not changing with time. but the consequences are beyond our control...


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