They pass, unbending, unkind.
Like feelings, they never come back the same and
Most often, they never return at all.
Life unfolds, moments vanish,
Time sails quietly on but
Some scars refuse to fade,
Like truths no dawn can erase.
Time does not heal.
It only numbs the soul,
Teaching us to carry our wounds
As though they were destiny.
We may rise tomorrow,
Rich beyond measure, but
Nothing can undo the footprints
Of pain already etched in us.
And maybe that is the beauty of life,
That it never forgives,
Never bends, never pities.
It simply moves, indifferent,
Yet worshipped by all.
We dangle by a thread,
Fragile, unseen, never
Knowing when it will snap.
Between laughter and sorrow,
Failures and fragile hopes,
we live inside illusions!!
Dreaming of victories that may never come,
Mouring the moments already gone.
From birth to death,
Life whispers the same lesson!!
How brief, how fragile,
How insignificant we truly are.
