Fleeting Moments: A Poem of Life's Flow

Life’s a road with turns unknown,
Where answers often stay unshown.
We wait for signs, for things to mend,
But time moves on, it doesn’t bend.
We cannot pause, nor stop the race,
Each moment gone, we can't replace.
So why delay? Why wait for more?
The time to live is now—explore.

The clock ticks on, relentless, fast,
And change will come, it’s built to last.
The world, at times, may seem so cold,
Its truths are harsh, its tales untold.
Those we love, so close, so dear,
Are lost in lives they hold so near.
The ones who care, so few, so rare,
But that should not cause us despair.

For friends we seek, though few they be,
Are worth the search, the mystery.
In life’s long journey, we need to find,
A soul who shares a like-minded mind.
Though human nature is full of flaws,
We must embrace it, without pause.
For in the end, as time goes by,
True friendships are the wings that fly.

So live, and love, and take the leap,
For time is ours, though swift and deep.
The world may change, the winds may shift,
But we must still our spirits lift.
The moments are brief, the days are few,
So make them count, and stay true to you.

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The Few Who Understand

Every day, we meet hundreds of people who wish us hello, hi, and bye. However, there are only a few people who can understand us in our lows and highs. In the noise of the crowd, we often feel lost, drifting through faces, but paying the cost. We share fleeting moments, brief as a sigh, yet crave that connection that reaches the sky. Some offer a smile, while others just stare, but only a few truly show that they care. They listen intently, with hearts open wide, inviting us in, letting feelings collide. Through laughter and sorrow, they walk by our side, their presence a comfort, our fears set aside. So let us treasure those who see through the haze, for they are the light that brightens our days.

बदलते समय, स्थायी सत्य - Changing Times, Constant Truths

कहानी वही होती है। किरदार बदल जाते हैं। रिश्ते वही होते हैं। जज़्बात बदल जाते हैं। दोस्ती वही होती है। अहमियत बदल जाती है। नसीब वही होता है। समय बदल जाता है। The story remains the same; Characters change. Relationships remain, Emotions change. Friendship stays the same; Importance changes. Fate remains the same; Time changes.

In My Garden - A Poem

In my garden, I see life begin to bloom, God’s creation gently rising from the gloom. With colors so vibrant and scents that delight, Nature awakens in the warm morning light. I rise from the ground, becoming a plant, With sunlight, water, and air, I enchant. I take birth in a world that can sometimes be unfair, Yet I’m nurtured with love, care, and affection rare. Though sometimes it feels like love’s just a show, I strive to grow strong and let my true colours show. Capable of making my own food with ease, As I grow tall, I offer shade and peace. I’ve witnessed emotions, both joy and pain, I hold cherished memories like drops of rain. Called a 'Blessed Tree,' I provide shelter so deep, In a world that feels bleak, I guard dreams as they sleep. Surrounded by plants, I watch children play, Listening to laughter as they learn every day. Nurtured by gratitude and affection's bright light, The flowers are children; I bloom with delight.

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