Amit Verma

I just smile when friend say “why am i silent again? why am I so busy in work?”

I miss part of me somewhere and today I’m no where related to it. That was time….wish I could spin around the time and go back to period of innocence. For now I’m lost in silence again with my books, music and myself.

What is time?
What is this thing that goes on without pause?
If it did not pass,
Then where could it have been?
It must have been somewhere.
It has passed.
So where is it now?
It must be somewhere.
Where did it come from? Where did it go?
Where did the process start? Where will it end?
What is time?

These events
Incidents
Conflicts
Every grief
Every joy
Every torment
Every pleasure
Every smile

Javed Akhtar- Quiver

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