Day 3 :


Sometimes time flows as fast , as sand through the fingers

I try to hold on to a moment , which has moved on

Even as I desperately try to clutch it , an empty shell remains

Sometimes time refuses to budge , as mighty Atlas with his burden

I try to move on to a goal , a fulfillment , a promise

But am roped in , slowed down , and made mute

Sometimes I hope for better days to follow the dismal ones

Have you noticed there is no sequence to

Good following bad or happy coming after sad ?

Harmony is never everlasting

Nor is peace perpetual

Sometimes it is best to let time flow , however it deems best

Sometimes , just sometimes , go with the flow

                            © Lalarukh Lasharie


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