kya pata kab, kahaan se maaregi
bas, ki main zindagi se darta hoon
maut ka kya hai, ek baar maaregi
- Triveni, Gulzar
This moment, too, has gone.
Another has come creeping in. A queue - never ending, continuous.
I have a body that tries, very hard, to keep up with the world around.
A mind, that I wish, was less alert to the changes around me.
I have led a good life.
Many ladders I have climbed, many seas I have crossed.
In some moment past, I have sensed the importance of kind words.
I have been hurt and I have hurt. Accumulated moments such as these; I decided to take a step to the sidelines. The race was changing me - it was turning me into a stranger. That was when I first realized, I wanted a change in what life was offering.
I know I have, around me, people who care. I just don't know where they are.
My heart now bleeds.
I have lived a life so full, I ache.
Yes, I am a person. A person tired of living and the living. I have put in my time. But the clock keeps ticking. The hands keep on moving.
I want to change the next moment in the queue.
Yes, Life has delivered.
Everything, but, Death.
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers.
Thou knowest how to wait.
Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wild flower.
We have no time to lose,
and having no time we must scramble for a chance.
We are too poor to be late.
And thus it is that time goes by
while I give it to every querulous man who claims it,
and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the last.
At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time.
- Endless Time , Rabindranath Tagore
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