Jaachi Writes

POEM 308: TIME AND LIFE ever since time found time to be created, time never cease to fleet, seconds tick into minutes, minute tick into hours, hours make up days day by the day, years come and go, while I play the role of a late comer, always behind, playing catch up, along the way - It seems no matter what I try time finds time to slip away. birth would be tomorrow, but today feels like death. this ride from birth to death, is yet to begin, but I'm sore overwhelmed, that I cannot catch my breath. thoughts thought upon makes thinking a chore like cleaning grease off silk with sandpaper, not worse compared to an ant embarked on emptying River Nile - the more I try, the faster time slips away, three sixty completes another circle, and I'm abandoned in a paradox of dismay. time can’t be stopped, life can't be rushed, time can’t be slowed, don’t know why I try so hard, to make time find time to mark time, before another birthday come staring at my face This is not a poem #365D...

POEM 296: LIFE & TIME Life is a privileged lady: she shines with celestial radiance in the years of her youth she lives carefree of cares like a baby of life harsh realities, unaware she wonders of many fantasies Utopian, manga, futura she desires to feed her dreams to satisfaction with the flames of her heart’s perpetual fire But time sits at a corner mixing mischief for her Life is a privileged lady Time is her enemy #365DaysOfPoetry #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and sharing with friends. Thank you!

The elders say 'the young shall grow' True to their words  I remember the tress of old Where we play our queen game I picture the moment where life still meant sweet And all we did was take sweet I don't remember dancing unclad Like happy monkeys Down town  When sunshine Give way for rainstorm. I don't remember counting stars  And hoping clouds don't cover my tracks. But I do remember being a kid And that, I miss The word 'miss' will be an understatement I didn't have to be responsible They made my food available Just to say i miss been free Free from the thoughts of tomorrow Freed from the days of lack & suffering The lakes where i play & sing The house where i dance  Those days I mean those days The word 'miss' is an understatement Had I known that growing up Means missing my boy I wouldn't had envied uncles Who flaunted women, wine and wealth. I've lost my boy To wanton thoughts Innocence sit at the foot of the tree Where I sat...

Are the years getting shorter? Oh well, no. But your life is. Time flies!  You have heard this saying before, no doubt, but have you ever asked the next logical question, "but to where?" For most young people time moves pretty fast, but to nowhere really. As the sun kicks darkness of the night sky...time ticks off:  To endless chatter. To eventual mediocrity. To hours of sleep. To Tweeting, Facebooking, Betting...you name it. Their time is flying but they proly ain't wise enough to direct it to useful activities that would add value to life. Let me ask you:  Is it enough that an airplane is flying?  Shouldn't the pilot have a destination in mind? Your time flies like an airplane and you are the pilot. HOW and TO WHAT you channel your time matters.  What's your goal in life?  Are your goals shaping or distorting your essence?  Be wise! It pretty scary to know how time flies. Time flies...memories don't. Make good use of now and the memories won't haunt ...