Time Flies

Time never stops. It rushes forward, Never waiting for anyone. I can’t quite fathom How quickly time slipped past me. Moments turned to days, Days to years, And years—half a century— All in the blink of an eye. The past haunts me, A bundle of unfinished accounts Weighing down my soul. Life’s highs and lows tug at me, Yet here I am, still breathing, Still moving forward. Half a century has passed! And yet—what a paradox— The clock I bought a decade ago Stopped ticking a year back. The sapling I planted in my yard Vanished just last month. Fifty years in this body— But who can measure The age of the mind? Perhaps it spans centuries, Timeless and untethered. Now I stand encircled by Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, A swirling, endless loop. How strange it feels to realize How many precious moments Have simply flown away! Time is like that— It waits for no one. Kannada Original: Nataraj Talaghattapura English Translation: Uday Itagi

Time flies just like that...

It doesn’t wait for anybody

I really don’t know how

The time in my case passed on

The moments turned as days

The days as years

And the years as a half century

All, all this happened

Just before I closed and opened my eyes!

 

With the haunting of past,

With a bundle of accounts to clear,

And with ups and downs in my life

I still keep breathing!

What a surprise

Half a century is already passed!

But the clock that I bought it ten years ago

Has stopped working since a year!

The plant I planted in the yard

Disappeared a month ago!

Oops, half a century is gone!

But who knows

How many centuries will my mind be wandering here?

 

I am now encircled by

Yesterday, today and tomorrow

Where everything is swirling around me

How surprise it is to know that

Time never stops. It rushes forward, Never waiting for anyone. I can’t quite fathom How quickly time slipped past me. Moments turned to days, Days to years, And years—half a century— All in the blink of an eye. The past haunts me, A bundle of unfinished accounts Weighing down my soul. Life’s highs and lows tug at me, Yet here I am, still breathing, Still moving forward. Half a century has passed! And yet—what a paradox— The clock I bought a decade ago Stopped ticking a year back. The sapling I planted in my yard Vanished just last month. Fifty years in this body— But who can measure The age of the mind? Perhaps it spans centuries, Timeless and untethered. Now I stand encircled by Yesterday, today, and tomorrow, A swirling, endless loop. How strange it feels to realize How many precious moments Have simply flown away! Time is like that— It waits for no one. Kannada Original: Nataraj Talaghattapura English Translation: Uday Itagi

How many moments of my life

Flew away just like that!

The time is like this only

It doesn’t wait for anybody!?

 

From Kannada: Nataraj Talaghattapura

To English: Uday Itagi