Drifting through the paths of yesteryears
And when it does…
I think of those tomorrows
Which shall come as bright as daylight
Having traveled the dark dreams of the night
It is often that I shall think of today as yesterday,
Cherish those moments and let it linger on for a while
There lies the difference between now and then
NOW I have felt that grip of your palm and the warmth of your embrace
Telling me more than words sought in oral talk
It is THEN that the NOW envelops me and makes me feel the immense loss
Its just a question of time they say
Little knowing that with time the agony grow and with this the suffering too!!
Like the pain felt by the drop of water that runs down the slippery window
In full knowledge that it is slipping by – its own nature causing the nature of the pane
Like that drop of water we learn to flow
With the passage of time we learn to pass on with the longing
Learn to look at our face with the imprint of that which was experienced which hardened us
And softened our tears till there was nothing left in it
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