The tabooed thoughts

When we talk about time, we often refer to it in terms of seconds, minutes, and hours. But what if time is more about change than these conventional measurements? It’s a captivating idea to consider that change itself might be the true measure of time. Let’s explore this perspective: The moment you notice the sky lightening as the sun rises, The way smog thickens, painting the city grey during rush hour, The sudden shift in weather, from warm sunshine to a sudden storm, Spotting a grasshopper almost invisible against the green grass, The crowd at the bus stop changing, ebbing and flowing, The coffee level dropping, marking the end of your brief respite, Watching your hair turn grey over the years, The sun setting, making room for the moon to cast its glow. Each change a note in time’s grand song,   A melody where we all belong.   So, could it be that time is less about counting seconds and more about recognizing and experiencing change? - Bharathi Senthilkumar

One of my lost and found poems after a long time. Which was written when I was 11 years old. It is quite silly but also surprising to know trees have been the most interesting thing always.  Dear tree,           How are you as strong as a wrestler          As graceful as a beautiful dancer           How is your trunk as brown as the mud when it rains           As cracked as a crackle but never really cracks            How are your branches as thin as a paper            But just enough to hold a leaf            How is your leaf as veiny as a mat with those grassy things            As small as a store room but just enough to hold a kitchen within it  So will you please tell me how can you be so many things.  Perhaps that little bird on your br...