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Time Sense And The Present Tense

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Awake, I found my watch and strapped it on
My wrist. Though dark it was, I saw some light
Come seeping through the fissures of the night.
Thus reassured, I guessed it was ‘Today’,
With all left-over agendas and tasks.

I let habitual routine confirm
The continuing Self, my Raison d’etre,
In a world where all are singular.
Why must we be the willing slaves
Of measured Time, conformity and order?
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Saturday, February 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: time
As a student of History, I am keen to understand different ideas of time held by learned people, thinkers and communities in many countries I have visited.
A. Madhavan 13 January 2018
My comments and gratitude are conveyed in the notes I have added.
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Rajnish Manga 12 January 2018
Absolutely marvelous. The expression and the analyses are spell-binding. The scholar and the poet go hand in hand to bring about this beautiful portrayal of time- the concept, reality and the myth. Thanks a lot. I saw some light.... through the fissures of the night. Time does not pass. Time is a human construct, a “Fourth Dimension”, ....But our dates are mythical.... private fictions
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Yeah, every line in this poem rings true. Not a single line is redundant or misplaced. This is exactly the emotion I felt when I read the last syllable of Recorded Time. Time itself is Infinity, and has no last syllable. Only Recorded Time - the work of Man is finite.
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A. Madhavan 05 April 2016
Thank you, dear Priya, Your reading has greatly heartened me. It is worth the effort of writing and re-writing, apart from the incomparable feeling of composing a chain of words, if one can find a reader of sensitivity and fellowship. Hope all well with you. Rayudu
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