When I was 15, back in 10th grade, I remember my teacher explained to us the concept of time
Schrodinger gave us the time independent wave equation
And I learnt
Time is independent but dependent at the same time
We learnt about energy and how it always changes forms
I learnt that nothing ever in the universe is gone at all
It just exists
Maybe in a different state or a part of something else

Three years from that time
I agree with most of what was taught
But I infused my own learnings in it
Because blackboard teachings won’t answer the questions I thought deep at night

Life and time go side by side
Time changes and with it does a man
You’re constant now but a year from now?
Probably different
Do you ever think about it?
How time changes you but never changes you?
You grow old and bitter
But make sweet memories along the way that never change

In the stillness you’re amidst the memories
Living time again when they say that you cannot go back
Time taught me the taste of a love that I could never have but only desire
It taught me that I cannot always have the things that I want
It made me weak but strengthen my core
Time just put layers of forgetfulness on my iron lung and elastic heart
On lonely nights I shed the layers and relive the time I once spent forgetting

It numbs down pain, I will give it that
But the wound never heals and the poison seeps deep
Happiness, sadness, pain and love
People, madness, infatuations and lust
Tragedy in disguise of a blessing
A blessing in the form of a tragedy
You never know what time may bring from the shadows

I did learn of life from time
My physics teacher must be so proud
Time taught me that what comes from earth goes back to it
It will begin to end
It will rise to fall
Be it mighty mountains or a tiny house
All will someday crumble to the ground

I learnt only my soul is the most important
Because, time is infinite
My existence is finite
Schrodinger and Hawking did teach me a lot about time
But I found that life is not so tragic after all

Bliss is found in love

Him being the only constant by my side

There is nothing in the world that would matter

*Inspired by Jawad Khalid-Initially a response to his poem, “Physics”.


About Bano

I’m trying to find a better introduction but since, I can’t? Hi! I’m an ordinary person and I write. I write not because there lies aspiration to be a writer someday but because, it keeps me sane. I love the color silver, black and grey. I also realize that they fall under the same color tone. Whatever, I write is a result of my 3 a.m blues or insomniac depressive tendencies. I can’t write during the day. I’m addicted to caffeine and well, anything and everything (if I like it). Also, I suck at conversations. I bite my nails. Most of the time I’m clueless about the world around me. I love politics and youth activism. People tell me that art and politics don’t belong in the same mind, but I’m passionate about both. One day I might be drawing on a canvas or writing a story and the very next day I will be heading off to attend a summit on the role of youth at the United Nations. I have multiple people trapped in the same body. Each side does try to express itself, in minimal ways if not fully. I’m currently going through a rough patch in life. I guess, I’m adjusting to the world through multiple perceptions. I absolutely love talking to myself because an expert opinion is always required. Most of the time, I just play scenarios in my mind that would never happen. I’m very contradictory in my thought process and actions but it is okay, people get to be what they want to be as long as no other soul is hurt. Peace out!

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