Time |
by Nikita Parik

Blood Moons, winter romances, SongsOnAClothesline

W a S h E d A w A y

In a Monsoon Minute,
But then,
Time ALWAYS was

The incorrigible flirt, wasn't it?

May be that's just how it

n't :

For Can you not
Measure 'distance'
 In symphonies; 'Change'
In philosophical shifts;
And 'life'
In metaphors borrowed and spent?

For Time
will ALWAYS be

The incorrigible flirt. :-)

 Nikita Parik is a 22 year old poet from Calcutta, India. She holds a bachelors degree in English from the University of Calcutta, and is currently pursuing Masters in Linguistics from the same. Her works have appeared in The Commonline Journal, Blackmail Press, Contemporary Literary Review India (CLRI), eFiction India, A Billion Stories, among others, and she awaits publication in Ann Arbor
Review: An International Journal Of Poetry.