🌈 1335 – Sunday, 13 April 2025 23:33

London

Time and Time Again
by Ash khaleem

Time and time… it slips away,
Like wind that won’t be made to stay.
Some rush through hours, always tight,
Chasing tasks from day to night.

They work and run, with little rest,
Trying hard to do their best.
So much to do, so little space,
They race against time’s endless pace.

Some lie still in quiet dreams,
Building futures with thought streams.
Hours in bed, not lost in sleep,
But in the visions their minds keep.

Some find peace in others’ cheer,
Needing close ones always near.
Laughter shared, or simple chat—
Safety lies in this or that.

And gentle souls, with hearts so wide,
Spend their days by others’ side.
Loving, helping, giving light,
Holding hands through darkest night.

But then we ask, who uses time best?
Whose way of life outshines the rest?

It’s not the one who works or waits,
Not who dreams or opens gates.
The wisest soul, the truest guide,
Is one who watches, arms open wide.

No judgment made, no harsh reply,
Just seeing life as it floats by.
No labels placed, no need to prove,
Just flowing with the cosmic groove.

For all is perfect, all just so,
And we are here to watch it grow.
To feel this moment, pure and true,
And with full heart, just whisper:
“Thank you.”

Goodnight! Goodluck!