Tag: Time

We’ll Eventually Know.

Published on by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

I do not know why we love each other so.
I know that neither will let the other go.
Perhaps, because we are bound by mortal flesh;
And our destinies are caught in fate’s firm mesh.
You love. I love. Sometimes, I wish it wasn’t so;
But I had longed to swim in love’s limpid flow:
The first try tossed me, choked me, I nearly died;
The next fulfilled much; but, with life’s heat, it dried;
With you, I swim for a third time…
Sometimes, in clarity, and, sometimes, through slime.
While, on shore, always, I see life passing by.
(My heart’s not yet ready to bid it goodbye.
Though my dreams have left to lay down and die.)
And it’s so hard to taste any tears I cry.
If I wade ashore to meet what’s left of beauty,
I reject love and neglect what is duty.
So, I’ve decided to let this flow take me,
And, this time, I shall not let love forsake me;
And, though the slime now seems quite hard to defeat,
Life and fate with us must reconcile to meet!
With love then, we both now desperately flow,
To sink or soar we’ll eventually know.

18th May

Time.

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia2 Comments

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.

These Years.

Published on by Harpreet ChhachhiaLeave a comment

These years have bought me Wisdom.
Would I trade it to retain Beauty?
These years have brought me Pain
And showed me vanity in Love and Duty –
Would I go through it all again?

These years have taught me lessons.
Would I want to go back to the Past?
These years have shown me (they have known me)
To move on from things that failed to last –
Would they treat me now more kindly?

These years have allowed my heart to bleed.
Would I want to let it heal?
These years have left me dumb
And reduced my capacity to feel –
Would I trade these to stop being numb?

These years, these years, these years, these years.
Could I really not feel and let them slide?
These years have marred me, but not in vain.
Some smiles are gone but all have not died –
Could I not gather Life from all this Pain?