[01] Endless Time Poem by Ashraful Musaddeq

[01] Endless Time

Rating: 4.6


Time is flying towards infinity
As an unknown operating system.

I'm losing programs from my machine
C drive is formatting without command
I'm a tree beside the street
and time is walking in front of me
I'm screaming on and on without sound
refraining without barricade.

Sorrow is a small virus dark blue
spreading spores into my blood
On the dining table a dream
or a yellowish green apple
Putting head under a sharp knife
to slice thickly as salad!

What is existing or non-existing
nothing can be shared
No pains can be measured
Is there anything beyond feelings?
Any flower sweet and unseen?
Any moon within clouds?

I'm losing pockets from my shirt;
Coins from wallet, spaces from hard drive...


Poem 13
Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007
Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen
Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8700-82-X

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mthokozisi Ntokozo 09 September 2008

You are my sweetest heart of all times: I don't care if you are man or woman - But I believe as long as you write sensible and wise then you casse us to live a motionword

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Pr_f Darkness 13 September 2008

i vote for this poem

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Tsira Goge 13 September 2008

Sorrow is a small virus dark blue spreading spores into my blood... ........................................... Very modern and surprising poems...Bravo! 10... Tsira

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Anna jonson 14 September 2008

good poem with a good composition.......deserves a 10

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Allan Macli Borges 16 September 2008

great! special poem is it!

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Marieta Maglas 10 June 2009

Aristotle argues that time manifest itself in the change of things but the change itself is not time: “So time is either change or some aspect of change; and since it is not change, it must be some aspect of change” By expressing the concept of time and by using conceptual metaphors, eg 'What is existing or non-existing nothing can be shared '' and cognitive metaphors, eg ''Sorrow is a small virus dark blue spreading spores into my blood'' and visual metaphors, eg ''I’m a tree beside the street and time is walking in front of me '' the poet needs to prove that time can mean, in some conditions a change in itself.. genial poem...10++

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Brishti Mazumdar 08 June 2009

Again an enviable thought process...yet here a bit torn amongst ideas...yet 10++ for your unique way of thinking....Brishti

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Raj Nandy 16 May 2009

While reading this poem I felt that I was sitting inside the 'Time Machine' of HG Wells and the control stick in fast forward motion....! 10+ -Raj Nandy

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rago rago 16 May 2009

yes we are loosing pockets, wallots and every thing.........nicely penned..........

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Ruslan Kerimov 07 October 2008

A great write! Very sharp and impressive allegories and metaphors. Definitely 10 for it. With all sincerity

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