Time and tide truly wait for none.
Time and birds are similar in the
Context that they fly by faster than
Wind can change its ways ;
And you only realise how late it has
Been until they’re no longer there
And daunting reality is on your door,
Knocking, demanding to let go &
Let in;
Face the challenge,
Embrace the change.

Time and changes are inevitable :
Fruits of the tree of life that can be
Bitter or sweet.
Their quality and meaning depends
On the seeds sown and the care taken.

Listen to your elders.
Your grey haired - twinkling stars,
They speak candor and wisdom.
When they say change, change.
Because if time catches you hiding &
Lying, it turns into a strict teacher -
A mother; makes sure that you get a
Kick of reality and come back on
Earth, away from clouds.
There's no bigger judge and healer
Than time.
Only time can heal;
Only time can give justice.

You can try playing peacemaker.
Try holding the strings of your fate in
Your hands,
Try controlling it yet if time does not
Allow, nothing can change, and
Everything comes undone like a
Sari and all you're left with is waves.
Waves of what could have been —
What destiny had in plans for you,
Had you not interrupted and let
Time take its course in redeveloping
You.

Parents and time,
They're two beings you can't lie or
Hide things from.
Because they know the truth, yet
Play along for your sanity whilst you
Think you've fooled them, except
There's no fool :
You are the fool with your head in
Wonderland of clouds and your feet
Detached from the ground, allowing
Your roots to fade in a silver sliver.

Time gets deciphered in two ways :
The saints — the intuition sees it as
A white moon guiding the blind
During dark nights.
And as a shade of red -
Negative values & judgements get
Associated with time, making it the
Bad guy.
But it's not a bad guy, its a god ;
A judge of justice ;
A giver of things ;
A healer of the world.
Its upto you, how you decipher it
And what use you make of it.
Time observes.
Its upon you - whether you polish the
Diamonds or watch it turn into
Coal.
Time changes.
Time is like a tide of sea :
It comes and goes;
Highs and lows;
Bitter and sweet;
Its all about perspective :
Whether you see its beauty  —
Its ability to create
Or
Its perils —
What all it can do.

This is a metaphysical poem.

-Ridhima Joshi