Time has become silent, like a ninja warrior, working steadily to a plan that is neither seen nor heard nor understood, until one alerts all of one's senses and sees without the eyes, hears without the ears. It goes about its mysterious task, unnoticed, achieving all it sets out to achieve, creating what it wants, destroying as it likes, changing everything as it continues along its silent path. Earlier large and small, ornate and simple clocks adorned homes, offices and factories.

They tick-tocked away steadily, suddenly breaking into loud gongs that woke you from whatever you slumbered on, a timely reminder that Time had things on its mind. Now, there are smaller clocks. They tell nothing except through their hands slithering from one symbol to the next, endlessly...until something inside you goads you to take a stealthy look at the stealthy passage of one moment to the next or until their quiet slithering slows ever so slightly or stops without notice, tired of its silent, repetitive journey into nothingness.

Time, an efficient enemy and a formidable friend, I wonder what drives him, what his interests are, what he values, if at all he values anything at all, befriending you one moment and hurting you the next. Time is dispassionate, helping the unworthy, destroying the worthy, as if to say, that in his eyes, all things are equal, as if to say, to him nothing matters, neither evil nor good, neither wisdom nor folly, neither success nor failure. Time mocks without uttering a word. Sometimes, time points with silent intimations...as if to say, come rest in my bosom and Ill fill your sleep with eternal dreams

Time, I am ready for youare you ready for me?

(A poem and its translation)

Dekhne ka jo tha, dekha
Samajhne ka, samjha
Ab in lamhon ki kya zaroorat
Mujh par inhen mat phenko.

Main toh hun jaise paani
Zara sa jism, zara si jaan
Yeh lamhe bechare kya samjhe
Ki mitaane ko nahin koii pehchan.

Kaho toh chalun saath
Nahin puchhta kidhar hai jaana
Tum ho, main hun, bas
In lamhon ko kar do auron par meherbaan.

All that was there to see, I've seen
And to understand, understood
What use are these brief moments now
Don't waste these precious moments on me.

I am a mere 'wisp' of water
small of stature, barely alive
how can these poor moments know
There's little here to obliterate.

Nudge me and I shall go with you

without asking where or why -
you and I - that's enough
Scatter my moments wherever you want.