Time in Love

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 Time presses the neck

like a beaded choker

glittering with stones of myriad colours

 fascinating the world

like nectar to a humming bird .

It strangles,

 restricting each breath to flow freely

 at least the counted ones ,

one’s number is ordained –

they say so.

 In love, each little moment

is a moment of immeasurable counts,

 while the world rejoices

 at the lost sanity of another creature.

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About Parneet Jaggi

Parneet Jaggi teaches English in Rajasthan, India. She has four collections of poems in English-" Beyond Words" , "Show me How Not to Grow", "Live Love Light" and "Euphonies Of Heart And Soul". Her books, "Matthew Arnold and the Bhagavad Gita: A Study of His Poems" and "Social and Economic Values in the Teachings of Sikh Gurus" reveal her love for religion and philosophy. She is a bilingual poet(English, Punjabi), editor, critic and novelist. Recently her novel "The Call of the Citadel" (co-authored) was released on Amazon. It is a historical fiction revisiting the Indus Valley Civilization and its enigmatic landscape.

4 thoughts on “Time in Love

  1. Pushmaotee Subrun

    ‘In love, each little moment

    is a moment of immeasurable counts’ ….

    Contrasting feelings very subtly portayed…

    Reply

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