A Part of Me
A part of me breaks daily
To be mended again
Some parts remain that way
To be mended some other day
Or perhaps stay like that forever
This breaking and mending journey is endless
As old as time and life itself
You could make it a piece
of art or a fine mess
Horizons
The futility of efforts
When the circle of toil
Seems endless
The sudden splurge of activities
The grime , the sweat and dirt
And no horizon on sight anywhere
The game between the attainable horizon and the shifting
sands of time
Continue
Till the grime and toil meet with these very sands
And create a beautiful pearl
Or the perfect sunrise on the horizon
So toil you must though worry and fret
May be your inconstant companions
Life Battle
The intense soul searching
The positive shift
The draining out of all weeds and unwanted thoughts
Does take a toll
On the mind , body , soul
But continue you must
Even as the clarion call for the life battle is on
To breathe , smile and have some fun
In between the quivers and cannons
Change
Perspectives change
As situations change
With the ticking of Time
Fortunes , success and meaning
All acquire different hues
Where the newness merges with the old
The old becomes new
And Time just ticks away quietly
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