Time is not a single word to describe or to explain or to define. I dare to write because it's time wish to write about it. Time is going on morning to evening. Value it because the same moment will not return, that will be but the second one, the new one. Time is fickle and fearless, jumping like a deer, here and there. Time is “Sufiyana” (simple and plane), singing like kabir, carefree & self-willed. He says, at a place:
had chhandi behad gaya, jahan nirantar hoye
behad ke maidan me raha kabira soye.