Poem: Heartless Hourglass

Time is fickle. As the past, it lingers as memories and regrets. As the future, it presents hope. A thin line stands between them, tempting yet heartless.

Poem: Heartless Hourglass

Time is so beautifully human
The hour glass figure tempting
The thin present waistline
That consumes the future
And excretes the past
Remorseless in existence
What will she know
About the human heart

It is the demon of the past
Missed chances and memories
It is the angel of the future
Hope and faith in every heartbeat
For those who ever loved time
Regrets emanate as sighs
But breathes once more in hope
Time is just a heartless hourglass.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2024