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,                     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

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.