The routine of life

Each day is a grain of sand 

in an hour glass

trickling down one by one

the space it occupied in the glass being replaced by emptiness


like a handful of sand slipping through the fingers

held tightly 

still

leaving the fist empty

sooner or later


like a step into a forest

each one taking us away from the starting point

towards the other end, 

Foot steps leaving no trace, no sign, that we were here, that we passed


like the twinkling stars

disappearing one by one

as the Sun rises

the invisible hand wiping the sky off all the traces of the stars

ready to rewrite another story, of another day,


and life goes on, even after we pass on, 

without us! 



In remembrance of RD, our beloved Dr Ramji Das, who passed away on 12th April. 

Comments

  1. So sorry to hear about RD. Yes it seems quite empty when our loved ones pass and I can see how it has stimulated this very poignant piece. Lovely but also leaves me a bit ‘empty’ 😊

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  2. Sorry to hear of the passing of RD.
    I like the routine paragraphs you have created with this one.

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