Nosheen Irfan

Gold Star - 64,464 Points (Lahore, Pakistan)

Reflections On Time - Poem by Nosheen Irfan

Time is swift, it races
staining the heart with the tears
of the passing moments-
but then time plods
- the hands of the clock hardly move
when you are waiting
for the right moment-
Walking on earth, paying for Original Sin
or facing the karma for the vices of ancestors
or bearing the weight of Existentialist independence
and condemned to essential solitariness
Quizzically caught between extremes
either you are living too much
or not living at all.



Nosheen Irfan © 2016

Topic(s) of this poem: time, life, philosophy


Comments about Reflections On Time by Nosheen Irfan

  • Daniel BrickDaniel Brick (2/1/2017 11:21:00 AM)

    EITHER YOU ARE LIVING TOO MUCH OR NOT LIVING AT ALL: What a stark contrast! As Either/Or proposition go, this is one of the worst, because at both extremes the human spirit is bereft of what it needs for even a touch of happiness. And the weight on the heart and psyche that these are the terms of our existence promotes despair, practically exiles HOPE. Still, the fact that you use such a rigorous measure in this poem shows at very least strong stoicism, if not moral courage. To face these dark possibilities is admirable. Your poem takes us to the nadir (that's one of the few Arabic words found in the English language) . But I admire you for following this theme so rigorously to its logical if despairing conclusion. As Pink Floyd put it, IF YOUR MIND EXPLODES IN DARK FOREBODINGS TOO, THEN MEET ME ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON! ! (Report)Reply

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  • Pamela SinicropePamela Sinicrope (1/1/2017 8:10:00 AM)

    Time is a wonderful concept for poets! I like yours which is pithy and philosophical. I just finished reading Eliot's Four Quartets, of which the first is a great treatise on time too. Well written and nice flow Nosheen. Thanks for sharing your work and your commentary. :) 10 (Report)Reply

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  • Valsa GeorgeValsa George (12/28/2016 5:27:00 AM)

    Quizzically caught between extremes
    either you are living too much
    or not living at all.......................................................... such sharp contemplative thoughts! How we wish we had a golden mean in between these extremes! Great write Nosheen!
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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (12/28/2016 1:30:00 AM)

    Paying for original sin! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply

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  • Muhammad Ali (12/28/2016 12:17:00 AM)

    magic of time, life and poetry combined. very nice piece (Report)Reply

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (12/26/2016 3:03:00 PM)

    What a well done piece, Nosheen. It welcomes the reader to pause and consider the nature of the time we are spending here on earth- but the thing is- -you do so poetically. That is an aspect that many poets fail to do in their presentation of philosophical ideas. I admire meditation and deep calls to think but I do like poetry to be poetic- -you are a master of this union. Beautiful writing, just beautiful. Wish I could give this a multi-million rating. 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ (Report)Reply

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  • Seamus O BrianSeamus O Brian (12/26/2016 1:29:00 PM)

    That second line is a work of such elegance that its own beauty chiseled itself on my heart. A fascinating contemplation, and coincidentally, I believe we were sharing very similar meditations today in our writing. This is a beautiful piece, Nosheen, and worthy of much consideration. (Report)Reply

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  • Barry MiddletonBarry Middleton (12/26/2016 11:10:00 AM)

    Oh my goodness! This is so spot on. I especially love the ending but it's all a good write. (Report)Reply

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  • Daniel BrickDaniel Brick (12/26/2016 11:01:00 AM)

    This poem went straight into my mind's core. In just a few lines you highlighted not just an idea about our response to time but several responses. That can make us anxious that we can't fully define our response. OR it can make us aware of the variety and nimbleness of our thinking. Right now I opt for the second one - I want that positive energy I sense in it, over the paralyzing anxiety of the first position. Your poem inspires me, Nosheen, I made a copy if it to guide something I want to write. Thanks for the push into creativity! ! (Report)Reply

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  • Unnikrishnan E S (12/26/2016 9:31:00 AM)

    Again,

    Time is swift, it races
    staining the heart with the tears Yes. that's what time does. But

    the hands of the clock hardly move
    when you are waiting
    for the right moment- - That is the game time plays on our hearts. Lovely write.. Shall come back to read..
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  • Unnikrishnan E S (12/26/2016 9:25:00 AM)

    Hi Nosheen,

    Wonderful thoughts:

    either you are living too much
    or not living at all.
    In the ancient Indian scripts, it is said Thyena thyakthena bhunjeedha..., an exhortation to limit your consumption to what is extremely necessary. The art of living a full life is not to live a life of plentifulness. It is to allow everybody (we should say, every living being) his due. When we live a life of such restraint, we make sure that there is nobody who is not living at all. ' There is the oft-repeated shloka from Bhagavat Gita- Uddharet Aatman Atmaanam....- Only you yourselves can uplift you to greater spiritual heights.

    Great write. 100+
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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/26/2016 1:46:00 AM)

    We reap the past, Indeed. What we are today is the seed that were sowed in the past and when we analyze our past, either to access or do introspection we realize that things gone by left indelible marks to ponder on. Neither we can correct or rectify it, but, only to repent and count it. I sometimes feel that we are moving and the time is still watching us going past the numbers......A thought provoking poem. Not less than 100++++ (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 31, 2016


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