My First

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,                     li...

When you're sad at heart, And want to share; When you're closed inside An opening is all you care, When the mood is hefty, And would need a lighten; When the times are tough And situations need a brighten, When you feel lonely, And some company won't bother; When life is constrained And would love to talk rather, Remember me O lady, Me is up you know; Whenever ye want to see me ...Do let me know.