Everyone has his day and some days last longer than others.
Sometimes a single day passes like a train passing by a glorious hill side, and yet time is a mere thing that prevents everything from happening so quickly. Sometimes i think that the life is passing me by yet i am the one who is passing it.
I do get prepared daily and i hope to see that day once when the whole day and its each moment will be designed like my dream clocks. Yet another day passed with the routine deputes of time. Truly everything remains the same, adhered to its roots...Its we who move on and leave every trace behind. Time never used to leave the prints anywhere throughout the ages.
The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.
Time is a fire which burns each and every entity that comes in its way. Tomorrow will remain tomorrow, it is never going to change in present day. Whosoever wishes to push the time back, to mold its tick tock moments into a fragile wish of his own, will never see the glory of his aims..!
Time is like the wind, it lifts the light and leaves the heavy.
Time is not a merit or a demerit, it is simply a way of measuring the qualities of our lives. Happiness and laughter lives for a shorter time but the piercing pain takes a better longer lasting life. It is what we want the most yet end up having the least.
It is a stream that will go on oppressing me and you. Its me and you, who will be exhausted in the end but time will not stop. It has devoured many and these lives just play a fuel to its running. You and i will never win..!
And yet another day passed..where
Time was the achiever and it will always be.....
Sometimes a single day passes like a train passing by a glorious hill side, and yet time is a mere thing that prevents everything from happening so quickly. Sometimes i think that the life is passing me by yet i am the one who is passing it.
I do get prepared daily and i hope to see that day once when the whole day and its each moment will be designed like my dream clocks. Yet another day passed with the routine deputes of time. Truly everything remains the same, adhered to its roots...Its we who move on and leave every trace behind. Time never used to leave the prints anywhere throughout the ages.
The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.
Time is a fire which burns each and every entity that comes in its way. Tomorrow will remain tomorrow, it is never going to change in present day. Whosoever wishes to push the time back, to mold its tick tock moments into a fragile wish of his own, will never see the glory of his aims..!
Time is like the wind, it lifts the light and leaves the heavy.
Time is not a merit or a demerit, it is simply a way of measuring the qualities of our lives. Happiness and laughter lives for a shorter time but the piercing pain takes a better longer lasting life. It is what we want the most yet end up having the least.
It is a stream that will go on oppressing me and you. Its me and you, who will be exhausted in the end but time will not stop. It has devoured many and these lives just play a fuel to its running. You and i will never win..!
And yet another day passed..where
Time was the achiever and it will always be.....
