Time is passing by, like sand escaping steadily in an hour glass.
Burden of emotions making the heart heavier everyday.
No amount of future will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through our fingers today.
Those seconds are turning into minutes and minutes into hours.
Life is passing us by, while we keep delaying hours into days.
No amount of pride will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through our egos today.
Time doesn’t wait for anyone, treating everyone the same.
It will be over before we realize, turning us to dust, just names.
No amount of owing up will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through indecisiveness today.
Grab it and make the most of it, uncork the bottled up rages.
Forget, forgive, hate, love, but just get it over with today.
No amount of regrets will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through indifference today.
Respect it, fear it, rejoice at the prospects it holds.
For time is time, it’s elusive, it cannot be tamed.
Everyday, when we resist temptations,
we redeem ourselves.
Move one step closer to atonement.
Another step towards salvation.
We open the locks, one by one,
Of the fears which cage us.
Fears, which make us invalid.
And win them over.
We free the heart, one string at a time,
of all the corruption.
Corruption, which selfishness births.
And rinse it with kindness.
When the heart is content, and desires nothing more, the soul is calm, without any resentment.
Anxiety falls away from the mind like a waterfall, quickly, mercilessly, violently, leaving calm in its wake.
Life meanders its way through mountains and valleys, flowing silently, gravely, turning into a lifeline for others.
When the heart is content, it accepts more, forgives more, is ready to sacrifice for others.
Anticipation of future doesn’t cause fear, the past is happily stored in the pages of mind’s albums.
Life gets easier, everything is no more a battle, winning or losing doesn’t make much difference,
for vanquished and victorious are both your very own.