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’,
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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
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.
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
My comments and gratitude are conveyed in the notes I have added.