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Time - Falling Slack

 Have you felt time 

Physically slipping away? 

You probably think you can't see 

Time change 

Transform 

Destruct what used to be. 

But I've seen.

And once I did, I felt the grip slacken 

I felt moments becoming memories 

Achievements becoming history 

Goals becoming a memorabilia 

Of the journey we took. 

Smiles fading away, 

Laughter silencing itself. 

And only the people who saw the beauty 

Can see how it crumpled today.

The changes are ever-changing, 

But change is never always only

In a single direction. 

They changed both ways 

At the same times. 

To earn something, 

Something is given up. 

The sweetest moments sacrificed 

For hopefully better times yet to come.

And for the sake of the wonderful past, 

For my sake, 

I will try to make the future as good 

And better.

Comments

  1. AnonymousMarch 31, 2026 at 5:29 PM

    What a crispy message Shriyandhaa. The words flow beautifully like a river in your poems . Wonderful. Expecting more and more from you which gives immense pleasure while reading.
    From
    Pushpa
    Patti

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  2. AnonymousMarch 31, 2026 at 5:55 PM

    I enjoyed and I felt the fragrance of
    Bhagavath Githa in the inner meaning of the poem. Giving the important
    message that everyone should
    "Make the hay while the sun shines"
    Also "Time and tide wait for none".
    Best wishes to have more such poems to all. You are a blessed soul by The Mother Nature. 👌👍👏🙏

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  3. AnonymousMarch 31, 2026 at 5:57 PM

    Wonderful lines

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  4. AnonymousMarch 31, 2026 at 6:38 PM

    Wonderful indeed

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