Rhyming the Time

(Previously credited under the title 'Some Dejected Thoughts')

As every night draws in
For a new morning,
As every dream blooms
To form a reality,
As the Spring falls down
For a new season, and
As pretty foreheads
Begin to put up with wrinkles,
Says the Life,
‘The Time passes...’

Actually, the time passes through
Every fragment of life,
Every thought, and through
Every enjoyment…
In the expectation for the next moment,
And in the sweet memories of the past!!

The time does not give
Any loss or any dream.
Life is just a fantasy!

Dreams are bloomed in expectations!
The time is enjoyed in the
Richness of Life!!
It is usually the smiling faces
That make time under the
Clouds of forgetfulness.

One will think
It is the truth
And it is the whole!!
And there is no ‘next moment’ (Some only)

But everything will go by
Making the spectators all fools!!

Then the consciousness whispers,
The past was better!!
But the truth is far away from these
Presuppositions!!

The past was never so good, but
It was for the good!!

One’s dream is not for the other!
One’s best companion is his own dreams!!
His hopes and wishes!!

The fascinating wishes has its appeal
Till its fulfillments only.
After the fulfillment,
The wishes will get thrown
To the past,
And will become a loss.