Einstein says “time is relative”, perhaps that’s why the older we get the quicker time flies.
Through rose-colored glasses of a childhood gaze,
Where the sun danced slow in the haze,
Time was an endless, rippling stream,
A world of dreams in which to dream.
A minute was a day, a day a year,
Each moment saturated with cheer.
Summer was a song that wouldn’t end,
An old reliable, trustworthy friend.
But then came seventeen, the turn of tide,
When Time, the traitor, took a stride.
Stealing moments with sly delight,
Turning days to dusk, noon to night.
Half a year slipped through the fingers fast,
In the blink of an eye, it had passed.
All those memories, swift as light,
In the whispering wind, I took flight.
An age of innocence, a time of youth,
Replaced by a somber, profound truth,
Each summer passes like an airplane,
Against the endless sky above.
For I’ve seen over two hundred new moons rise,
A blink in the universe’s eye,
And summer, once a lasting glow,
Now comes and goes, like melting snow.
Time, once a tortoise, now a hare,
Running fast, leaving bare,
The fields where childhood dreams once grew,
Beneath skies of endless blue.
Now an album feels like a fleeting track
My mind has no time to spare
For things have changed and the glasses broke
But here’s to live through rose-colored lenses
So, here I stand on the threshold wide,
With Time, my ever-constant guide,
In the narrative of life’s Big Bang Theory,
Ready to see what the future has in store for me.
Shivani Arvind 