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This Is

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This is

This is not to say
That you won’t mess up;
But it is only after that
Will you learn to step up;

This is not to believe
That things will always go wrong;
But to know, when they do,
The pain won’t last long;

This is to know love fades;
But even though yours died,
The joy it first brought
Never, ever lied.

This is to see past the age,
In many an engraved wrinkle,
And look into the youth
That still make your eyes twinkle;

This is to urge despite the deepest loss,
Don’t lose the will to hold on;
You haven’t seen the future yet
So hang in there and just go on;

This is to hope you rise, after each fall,
You smile, though broken and blue,
You love, though your heart feels lost,
You dream, though dreams never come true;

This is to say there is always a plan,
For the miniscule to the grand;
In time, it will manifest,
Even though now you don’t understand.

Dreams.

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He wanders through this wild, mad world
In search of soothing dreams,
And like the Lark that sings for All,
He swings on hopeful beams.

He lives amid a throng unknown,
Forsaking many smiles;
And yet the glint within his eye
Does many eyes beguile.

He talks to none about the dreams,
Conveys to none a sigh,
The others think him very queer,
He will not tell them why.

And Hope is never there at all,
And life is foully weak,
There comes a point when dreams are all
A weary heart can seek.

In them love can live forever
And joy is never old;
Courage is always the bravest
And souls are never sold.

In dreams shall he find his solace,
Wherein he freely flies,
They form the home in which he lives,
The tomb in which he dies.

Time.

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Time passes us by and memories are made,
Dreams pass on with Youth’s last sigh,
And things move closer to death’s shade,
While all that we are, all that is, is going to die.

Remember? How it was when we first –
Remember is all that we seem to do…
That smile, that rose, that meeting, that thirst,
What you were to me, what I was to you.

Time passes and emotions cool down by degree,
If I smile now you don’t see the light in the eyes;
For now love is tempered by chaste reality
And we realized that everything that was and is dies.

What of the time I fantasized of Knights,
Charging down to take me from the real of life?
It has faded slowly when, in heartbroken nights,
Comprehending that pieces of paper make a husband and wife.

The lessons time shows are hard to bear,
Everything that goes high descends with a fall,
Dreams have youth while age has hope’s share,
The irony of this rant on Time being: it cures All.

6th November.