Do you hear the fleeting 'Time'? Its chariot ceaselessly , giving rise to new impulses every moment? It gives rise to the first cry of a child from a mother's womb As if a nascent star, exploding into life from the deepest of cosmic darkness. My Friend, that same fleeting time, today grasps me in its tentacles, and draws me upon itself, towards a journey undefined far far further away from you . . . As if, the light of dusk today gradually melts into darkness; Having lost my identities along the trail I fade away into the distance. My Friend, . . . Farewell!
Dear Marianne, Sometimes, when the path ahead seems unclear, And the terrain all around feels not so dear; Stop, take a deep breath, and a moment to realize; "It could have been worse." says the old and the wise. For, this too shall pass, and pass it will Open wide your arms, breathe in, & walk up to the window sill; Look at the stream below flowing relentlessly night and day; Reminding that things must move on, life happens this way. For, 'Time' is the only capital, that one has in life. So don't just live, but live and thrive To the darkest of nights, there comes a dawn; Take notice of the starry-night, and smile as life moves on. And among all of these, when you need a compan