My Time A Wind Chime

By Iti Nautiyal

The hour glass,

With its leaden sand,

Cupped the hours to its errand.

It slithered with its pace,

Moving upside down .

It was here, it was there

It wandered all around.

With creepy hours of sand,

I added it two hands.

An hour, a minute, a second

I only approved.

Time pocketed in my hand

Went by my leisurely hours.

Now I search it everywhere,

Time says I was all yours.

Its odd hands still move up and down,

Within the time piece cage,

I wonder how it slipped out

With my constant gaze.

As the years pass by,

I still weave the darn

Silently time has swept away

Leaving me unalarmed.

It’s the torrent time,

Phantoms up and laughs

Broken I sat and sigh

Run, gallop it shouts at me,

Come lets give it a try.

Vanquished by the time now,

I still believe in it

Armed with it its two hands now

I gather bit by bit.

It’s the time which is constant,

Its serene and sublime

I follow it every moment now

Its my dangling wind chime.

By Iti Nautiyal