Does it all even matter?

Despite it all,
Life chugs along,
Adversity is a passing phase,
Take it in your stride,
Broaden your gaze,
Embrace life,
Forgetting strife,
Some times are difficult indeed,
Things not always turn out as you need,
Woe befalls, dreams shatter,
Yet, in His grand design -
In the larger scheme of things,
Does it all even matter?

Tomorrow

A new day, a new way,
New vistas, new scenes,
Places and situations new.
Solutions many, hurdles just a few...
All this, and more,
Does tomorrow bring,
Full of promise and hope,
Does the new day spring.

Reminding one of the fact,
That life is in full flow,
And that one should renew one's self-made pact,
On harbored aspirations, act.
To pave the way for a future,
In which one has a say,
For tomorrow dawns a brand new day.

Time Dilation

Why is it,
That, when you desire most,
Does time come to a standstill;
All but halts?

You will it on,
To just skip a few ticks,
Yet, never does you it obey.
It always has its own way.

Its hard, it really is,
To watch time slide by slowly,
As you, there stand,
Helpless, hand in hand.

Wish that there was a knob,
That could give you some control,
To the sands of time,
To bend them to your will...
Alas...

Hope

Guess I've written something similar in the past too...but still...:)

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When all seems lost,
And all seems bleak,
Never abandon hope,
Its always there -
The silver lining,
Amidst the dark clouds,
The solitary leaf,
On the barren tree,
The occasional smile,
Amidst the tears.

Cling onto it,
Through all your struggles,
And then, one day,
It'll be spring again.
The sun will shine through,
The leaves will unfurl,
And the smile will return.

Of life and passing moments

Sometimes, moments that are past,
So wonderfully beautiful were they,
We wish they'd, a bit longer, last,
That we'd hold onto them, forever.
But alas, man ain't so clever...

Yet, don't we all, sometimes wish,
We could make time stop,
Make it obey us for just a bit -
To take one particular moment,
And have it eternally persist.

While the pragmatist within us,
Shouts out with all his might,
Telling us, this ain't right.

But, in such moments fleeting,
Everything seems so perfect,
It all seems so rightly decked,
We're at a loss to see,
How being pragmatic would serve us better,
Than being what the heart is crying out to be.

Memories

The breeze brushing lightly against your face,
Carrying with it, the mild fragrance of blossoming flowers;
Bringing back memories of those by-gone days,
Of childhood, when, with friends you'd play,
Hide and seek amongst these swaying trees.

The falling droplets of rain,
Continuously rippling the lake,
Taking you back to the days when,
Scantily clad in just your shorts and tee,
You'd float paper boats in these waters.

The ice cold water caressing your feet,
As it runs melodiously down the ravine,
Sending shivers down your spine; electrifying,
Reminding you, of true love's first kiss.
These are memories to cherish - of pure bliss.

Moving on...

***WTJ***

It seems hard to forget,
The times together spent,
Of borrowed sorrows, of loaned smiles,
Of memorable talks and walked miles,

And as the time to depart draws near,
You are filled with a new found fear,
For once, the choice seems a terrible mistake,
And you repent why did you, this decision take.
And as people bid goodbye,
You finds it impossible to not cry.

All seems so bleak and dreary then,
Its hard to imagine the near future when,
Putting all this behind, the past you forget,
And no longer do you, the decision regret.

You might not feel so now,
But time heals the deepest of wounds,
And that day will soon surely dawn,
The day when you'd have moved on...

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For you'll soon have found friends anew,
Friends who treat you even better than we do,
(Ok the commented part is perhaps not true :P)
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