The Nostalgic Clock

Vijay Shankar
The nostalgic clock

Wagged his pendulum tail

In perpetual oscillation

Like the human mind.

The past showed itself

In black and white

How brutal this time is

Making fun of life.

Childhood gasped

In the ocean of Dreams.

Fairy tales of yore

Taught him Immortality.

Like a spy

Love crept in.

Its tentacles

Made the Child a Man.

Youth sprang

Out of the shells

Of care, of vigil

Of Parental warmth.

The ever evading

Responsibility

Peeked into Life

When children came.

Once again

Burst the shells

Of care, of vigil

Of Parental warmth.

Child became Father

And Father Child.

Age had signed on his face

Its wrinkled autographs.

The easy chair

Bears an uneasy soul

Looking into vanity

Beyond the walls.

The nostalgic clock

Wagged his pendulum tail

In perpetual oscillation

Like the human mind.

Published by Vijay Shankar

Belonging to the cool district of The Nilgris, I've completed M.Phil. in Radiation Physics. I love reading and writing, apart from crossword puzzles. Right now I'm working as an Instructional Writer. It's a...  View profile

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  • Gyani8/31/2007

    Beautifully crafted poem. A masterpiece and one of my favourite poems now. I too have written on the nature of time, but this one is in a league of its own. You have beautifully described the predictability of the life-cycle of man. So what is the conclusion? Should we try to break free of this predictability? Get rid of this monotony?

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