Shadows of Time

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Never live in the shadows; leave them.

Never live in the moments that belong to the past,

be present in the present even if its aghast.

'Membering the memories fond would surely trigger dopamine

but realize that the 'Real' world is

nothing but cruel and mean.

The colorful and aromatic past,

a time when you sported a smile

the same smile that has now been sent into an exile,

has left way for

the world that doles out worries,

the worries when chained,

longer than the longest Nile.

To live the life to its fullest,

we are graced by the nights

but the night's blankness is filled up

with wishes to the past and future bending rites

Ignoring

the dolorous reality,

a reality so dark so grim,

with rays o' light

emerging through tiny pores in mites.

Given

your courage has been buried deep,

the paths to a laugh hide beneath the smog

where people leap to ambitions over morality

but in a scruple,

you stand there agog.

Are we the riff-raffs now?

in this world where cruelty is rife,

Greed,

Wealth,

Power

and pleasure

are not goals

but dead ends in this maze

called life.

~Ajay

February 2017


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