No one is Indispensable: We all get replaced one day

Part- I

We walk the path, our steps so bold,
Chasing dreams, both young and old.
But in the end, the winds will change,
And all we built may rearrange.

No heart, no mind, no fleeting soul,
Is bound by time or in control.
For all we are, we soon give way,
To new hands that will lead the day.

The sun will rise, and so it sets,
A cycle, endless, with no regrets.
No one is etched into the stone,
For all must leave, and all must go.

Yet in the dance, the world spins on,
Though we may fade, the stars stay strong.
The legacy is in the light we share,
In what we leave, and how we care.

Part - II

No one is fixed, no one is stayed,
In time’s vast sweep, we all will fade.
The hands that build, the hearts that beat,
One day will yield, one day retreat.

We play our parts in fleeting roles,
Our stories etched on transient scrolls.
Yet, as we rise, so others fall,
And life moves on, beyond us all.

No crown too grand, no throne too high,
For time will pass and never sigh.
The world keeps turning, swift and sure,
Replacing what once seemed so pure.

But though we're gone, we leave behind
The marks of love, the trace of mind.
And in the hearts of those we touch,
A piece remains though not too much.

For no one's held by fate’s command,
We all must slip like grains of sand.
Yet in the end, what’s left to say,
We lived, we loved, and passed away.

Yet in the dance, the world spins on,
Though we may fade, the stars stay strong.
And though we fade, our hearts live on.
The light we gave, the love we shared,
Becomes the legacy we’ve declared.

Description: This poem reflects on the impermanence of life and the inevitability of change. It explores the idea that no person is indispensable eventually, everyone is replaced, and time moves forward. While we may feel significant in the moment, the world continues, and others will take our place. However, the poem also touches on the lasting impact of our actions and the importance of the connections we create, reminding us that our legacy endures not in our presence, but in the care and light we leave behind.

This poem reflects on the fleeting nature of life and the certainty of being replaced. It acknowledges that no one is truly irreplaceable eventually, all of us fade, and life moves on. The poem emphasizes the inevitability of change, where even the most prominent figures must eventually make way for others. However, within this cycle, it also suggests that our true legacy lies in the love, impact, and subtle marks we leave in the lives of others, even as time relentlessly marches forward.

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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