Time Flies

Time Flies

I've known him since he was a small baby.
He surely does not recognise me now, or he does maybe.

But time plays a strange game.

Flies when we don't want it to.

Crawls when we want it to.

He is 16 now.

From a stage of complete muteness, 

to a stage of uttering big words,

Time was by his side, Flying every moment.

From a stage of not being able to sit,

To a stage of running on his two legs,

Time was by his side, Flying every moment.

It may be a co-incidence or a paradox,

That time was flying, even for me, a completely different person.

From the moment of beginning a new journey,

To a moment of almost completing it,

Time played, its strange game.

At moments, it seemed like  a month went by in a jiffy.

At moments, it seemed like a day went by in an aeon.

But when i look back, everything that happened in a year,

Seems like all of it happened yesterday.