Author: Reena Saxena

You’ve all the time you need

No I don’t.

Yes you do,

Its not infinite you know, there’s only so much allotted to me.

Then don’t waste it, use it wisely

I keep telling myself that as I sit and ponder,

You ponder far too much

Its what I’m good at.

You’ve strengths, you know you have

But is that enough

Depends on what you want to achieve

I don’t know that I want to achieve anything but simply exist

Then do that but to the best of your ability.

Sometimes its just words, random words,

That’s all we can do, and hope they mean something.

I think it’s about feeling good within

Of course, and time will tell you if you are successful.

I want that as much as anything else,

A goal, you have a goal, for forth young man.

Use my time productively,

Yes indeed.

Written for:…

Those laughs saved for later,

Suppressing asinine moments of glee,

Those minutes of time stored in unseen jars,

Living someplace other than present,

Saving proliferates,

When this life is lived through all its colours,

Those experiences of opportunities denied,

Waiting for a better one,

Those finesse of teachings lost,

Tarrying knowledge’s entry,

Someday life’s chord cuts,

Sans any intimation,

Sans any intuition,

Would lingering then save the day?

Would our lifeline care for deadlines ?

74 words.

Thoughts :- Life is lived through all its colours, ups and downs. We can neither save our ups lifelong, neither can we halt our downs. Each moment, each day.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the Reena’s Exploration Challenge. The theme for this week was deadlines. Thank you Sammi Cox for running the Weekend Writing Prompt Challenge. The word for the week is asinine, which means silly and word limit is…

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2020/10/01/reenas-exploration-challenge-155

PROMPT #155- Horror

ghosts and witches

their means of scaring us

seem like child’s play

when we compare them

to the horror created by

mafias

their power 

their impudence 

their hold over systems

their confidence that they are above the law

that they can get

away after any crime

common people

terrified

terrorized

running from door to door

for justice

will they get any

or…well, why lose hope

one day truth may come out

Time’s precision pendulum swings

lulling me into surrender

sweeping silly senses under

quilted blankets of beguiling

delusions of imaginings

cozily wrapped up in rainbows

warping Time through a window

into, over, future and pasts

stalling, staying, scuttling fast

TickTockTickTock. What’s fast? What’s slow?

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