Yama*

A thought upon wasting time reverses itself under scrutiny that moves deeper from surface

Here in its domain we are being wasted bit by bit by its mighty power

The eternal Yama ever so slowly tightens

 Its snooze around our neck and

 Drags us to the sacrificial alter of time from where nobody escapes

Our body like wick of oil lamp drinking its sustenance

Drop by drop finally burns itself out

In nature’s play energy being created and wasted every second

Life in the realm of Creation seeks continuous new expressions 

The enigmatic hands of time working from behind

Give us the illusion of our own invincible power

And as if we own that slippery moment

Creates an urge for us to leave an impression upon next

As a signatory of destiny this and only this is our calling and our joy.

*Yama – ancient Indian deity of time and death

Note-
In Bhagvad Geeta  Arjuna asks Lord Krishna

ākhyāhi me ko bhavān ugrarūpo........na hi prajānāmi tava pravṛttim...... 11.31

"Declare to me who Thou art that wearst this form of fierceness.....For I know not the will of Thy workings." 
Shree Bhagvan answers:
kālosmi lokakṣayakṛt pravṛddho
lokān samāhartum iha pravṛttaḥ...... Rtepi.....11.32

"I am Kaal (Time Spirit) huge-risen for the destruction of the world, intent on devouring the people here.... as my will in My workings...."

I am constantly reminded of and humbled by these verses as I make this post.

Savita