Time on the Edge

Star

Time soars on the edge of the sun,
The lights flare, then are gone.
Body surrendered, battle done
Your friend remains the only ONE.

About Jyotirmaya

I am no one and everyone. Been that way for a long time too. Just sometimes i forget.
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3 Responses to Time on the Edge

  1. Roshnii says:

    Short, snappy and fiery. I like it.

  2. Jyotirmaya says:

    This is a new type of poetry I am experimenting with – called “cube”.
    Kind of like haiku for the cartesian era…..
    the 3 dimensions are as follows:-
    4 lines
    4 rhymes
    4 beats/line

  3. Prem says:

    Cuboid poetry. Like it!