The passage of time is a universal rhythm, weaving moments into the tapestry of life. Our winning poets have beautifully captured this essence, reflecting on the highs and lows, the grace and grit, and the eternal motion of time. Each verse is a testament to creativity and the power of words to freeze fleeting moments. Celebrate these poetic gems and immerse yourself in the Dance of Time.
Ebbing and flowing with the turn of tide,
The dance of time takes everyone in its stride,
As the wheel turns relentless, on and on,
Every moment of life, a new rhythm is born!
As we find ourselves dancing to its tune,
Carving new chapters through the hourglass dune,
Till the stage belongs to us, we perform,
Through shades of night and day, a universal norm!
The mighty cosmos is the background,
Our tryst with destiny never fails to astound,
The moments fleeting like pearls of a string,
The clock ticks on, a new story in the making!
– Anwesha Bhattacharya
Life is a mysterious dance of time,
Changing constantly its rhythm and rhyme,
Graceful steps that sometimes mesmerize the mind,
Might crooked be with the change of time.
At times our days are bright and full of joy,
Destiny smiles on us like warm sunshine,
Mornings find us in good health and mood divine,
But then a step turns and can crooked be,
Throwing us into bad times’ frenzied maelstrom,
Drowning us into an abyss of pain and sorrow,
Snatching our lucky moments of blissful morrow.
Billionaires can turn into paupers in a swivel,
Why not be kind, empathetic, and humble!
– Sarita Khullar
Time is an enigma, more powerful than mankind,
Its consciousness, the distinguishing feature of humankind.
Life gives us time and space; we have to fill it,
Our past, present, and future complete it bit by bit.
There’s no hand to catch time; time flies,
Better late than never; tomorrow never dies.
If it’s not your time, you won’t be born,
Though dates and times are by doctors sworn.
If it’s not your time, you won’t die,
The truth is, time will tell, but never lie.
Time and tide wait for no man,
Seconds, minutes, and hours; life’s but a span.
All we have is now, not tomorrow or the day after,
Live the present moment, lest time slips into thereafter!
– Munira Dalal
Countless mornings and evenings went by,
Umpteen dawns and dusks flashed by.
Time danced with every tide, low and high,
Life pendulating between sunset and sunrise.
The hands of the clock tick-tocking wise,
Letting the passage of time and seasons glide.
Prancing with moods and fleeting modalities,
Gyrating with emotions and feelings sliding by.
Spinning with expectations to thrive,
Pirouetting beneath the nebular, twinkling skies.
Frolicking beneath the sun’s radiant smile,
Capering and cavorting through day and night’s aisle.
Healing wounds as they wither and dry,
Consoling frustrated and lethargic sighs.
Standing still for desperate, echoing cries,
Guiding the universe in its cycles to rise.
‘The Dance of Time,’ both dynamic and serene in style,
Leaves its footprints in the sands of time awhile.
– Shakuntala Kanakagiri
