Catch the Sun

Catch the Sun before it falls,

wind your watch one last time

when the days are gone

and nights don’t return,

there’ll be no time left

for you to tell;

Moonfaced clocks the raconteurs

telling their tales of timeless time

and its travails,

making haste and letting slip

drops of time, drip by drip;

Seconds are sculptures

Hours are made of glass

the Minutes in between them

were not built to last;

The march of time always running out

in endless pursuit of what

it could never doubt,

Waiting for no man

flying away,

to catch the Sun before it falls;

wind your watch one last time..

5 thoughts on “Catch the Sun

  1. Sunil Sharma

    “…when the days are gone

    and nights don’t return,

    there’ll be no time left

    for you to tell;”

    These lines can match any classic in any language by its sheer brilliance and energy and freshness.
    For me, they remind me of a retreating Alice, Bergson and Joyce.

    This poem explores the subjective position in the cognition of time as a physical category.
    That sense, it unconsciously echoes Kant.

    As a regular fan of Kasatkin, I find him still under-rated by the Establishment and peers. He is a gift to his country—and the world—by the Muses, combining activism with the lyrical commitment to social issues.
    Jai ho!

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