Time on the Edge


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!