Tag: time

Now Is The Time

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Dreams of a lifetime,
Realised or ruptured, in a day.

Try all we might,
This time won’t stay,

So, just live, laugh, love,
This is the moment to play.

We won’t be us tomorrow,
Let’s not let life get away.

– Ehsaas

From the archives, dusted and refurbished.. 😅

Wrote this short poem some time ago, on a day when I was feeling particularly excited and full of energy. Regular readers of this blog would realize that’s not how most days go with me. I guess that’s why I never felt like sharing this one earlier. But today I was like, meh. I guess a writer is like an actor. We don’t necessarily have to be the person the words talk about. Words are an idea, a feeling that deserves to fly free. Why chain them down to be about one person, their limitations, and situations?

Anyway, hope you like it. Till next time.. 😊

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Credits: Poem by yours truly. Pic created with Canva.

How Many Times More?

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On a recent trip down the rabbit hole (while searching for something on the net), I came across something that I felt like sharing with you all today.

Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless…

This is an epitaph written on Brandon Lee’s tombstone. For those who don’t know him (I confess, I didn’t at the time), he was an actor, and the son of the legendary Bruce Lee. And unfortunately, he died at a very young age of 28.

And to give credit where it’s due, the above epitaph is actually paraphrased from a 1949 novel ‘The Sheltering Sky’ written by Paul Bowles.

The reason why I wanted to share this is because I found something really heartfelt about this quote. It just makes you pause and think about things, doesn’t it?

How many times do we really see the full Moon rise? When was the last time that you saw it? How many times do we share conversations and laughter with our loved ones? How many memories do we have that we cherish beyond anything?

The numbers may vary for different people, but one thing I think would be common for us all, is that we never think about how many more times we will get to experience those beautiful moments again. We just take these things for granted.

We are so used to certain things that we never fully realize how precious they are. We have such fragile and ephemeral lives. Anything can happen anytime. Yet, it’s like we are blind to the whole thing.

Now I do understand that there’s a practical aspect to the whole thing, and that we wouldn’t be able to function properly if we kept thinking about the impermanence of it all. I agree that we do need to focus on the present moment, and not worry about what might happen in the future, which we can not control beyond a certain limit.

But that should happen as a conscious choice, isn’t it? Not because we don’t realize the nature of these things, and are just living unconsciously, tumbling from one day to another. We must remain aware of how limited our days are. Because only then can we truly, deeply appreciate things like those wonderful memories, beautiful Moon rises, the laughter of loved ones, etc.

We get so caught up in our lives, postponing our plans for that vacation, for that conversation, for that reconciliation, for that thing that we always wanted to do, that we never stop to think what if there isn’t enough time to do those things later?

Experience what you can while you can. Go see the Moon rise!

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This Moment

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Silence there was, silence there will be,
But there’s space for a breath in-between,
I look at you, as you at me,
Wondering about the wonders that can be.

Clouds may sometimes hide your beauty,
But darkness, too, shows us much indeed.
In a world full of insanity,
Time with you always brings tranquility.

So, let’s savor this gift from divinity,
An insignificant tick on time’s wheel,
This moment, this feeling, of purity,
Wish it could last as long as eternity.

There are moments that are sacred. They may be nothing out of the ordinary as such. But the way you feel in those moments is what makes them special. A short poem reflecting on one such moment. Can you guess what moment inspired this? 😊

If you liked this poem, and want to read more, you can find them here.

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Homesick

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Tumbling through a house empty,
Trudging along a life lonely,
I know now what it feels like,
To miss your home terribly.

In the rush of the rat race,
Far away, in this new place,
With so much on my mind,
I miss that safe, secure space.

Miss that life with family,
As carefree as it could be,
Sheltered away from the world –
From all the insanity.

Miss my room, my armchair, my desk –
Witnesses to words left unsaid,
To the few that were written,
And the many that were read.

Miss that comfort and that sleep,
So very restful and deep.
Miss waking up in my bed,
To that morning alarm beep.

I miss every nook and cranny,
Finding my way, at night, at three,
Knowing the place inside out,
I miss my home, with the old tree.

And I miss more than just the abode,
Even the turns and bumps in the road.
Those familiar neighborhood faces –
Miss listening to their anecdotes.

* * *

Wish I didn’t have to leave,
But needed to, I believe,
To learn, grow and evolve –
So many goals to achieve.

Time to face the world alone,
To fall and rise on my own,
See the different shades of life,
Some new, and some known.

But…

Isn’t it a little sad?
Takes living like a nomad,
Losing something essential,
To truly know what you had.

The entire world, you may roam,
Buy all the pleasures you can own,
Live in fancy hotels and villas –
Won’t find the peace of a home.

You may return to the nest,
For a couple of days’ rest,
Smoothly back into the groove,
Like you never even left.

* * *

One of the lucky few,
I wish every kid knew,
A place to call their own,
Before their time was through.

Those moments and laughter,
May pass by in a blur,
But will leave deep imprints,
Cherished forever after.

More than just bricks and concrete,
A shield from the cold and heat,
Home is the bedrock of life.
Your strength. Where you feel complete.

And,

It takes magic to turn stone,
Into the haven called home.
So, more than anything else,
I miss you the most, Mom.

I’ve been wanting to get back to writing poems for so long now. Finally, I’m able to share one with you all! I was still writing, but only the first drafts. It’s much easier to start one, but it takes effort to finish it, at least for me. Hope I get better at it over time. There are so many drafts yet to see the light of day! 😀

I don’t know if you can tell, but my poems are usually metaphorical. But not this one. It’s just about being homesick. And I was actually, literally, homesick! I was missing home so much one day, I had to take the day off from work, and just recover! Hope that’s not weird.. 😛

If you’ve been a regular follower of the blog, you’ll know that I had to move to a new city for work last year. Have been living independently since then, and there are days when I really miss my old life, my home. One such day was the inspiration behind this.

I’m sure many of you have had to face a similar situation, and hope you’ll connect with the sentiment behind this. And if you do like it, please share and spread the word! It will motivate me even more to keep writing! 🙂

Till next time…

Photo by Christopher Harris on Unsplash

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Sands

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I bow to thee,
The great sands.
‘Gainst your power,
Who are we?

Born high or low,
Everyone cowers,
When winds howl,
And sands blow.

Inch by inch, day by day,
You keep crawling along.
Slowly, steadily, stealthily,
You bury kingdoms away.

The secrets you hold,
May make men mad.
Or bless ‘em beyond belief,
With riches untold.

Grains unfathomable,
The world and beyond.
For an eternal life,
Just a few, be ample.

Yet, we kill, we fight,
Lost in the parade.
You blind us much,
By clouding the light.

In this barren wasteland,
Keep moving, keep hoping.
Many have been consumed,
By this deathly quicksand.

When I feel you slip away,
From within my grasp,
Sometimes, I am glad,
Sometimes, I wish you’d stay.