Joy of Finding Lost One

Oh the joy of finding the long lost
Seperated by distance and time, and
The complexities of a journey called life
We drifted apart from the common bond

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One-Liner Wednesday – Reach Out to Your Friends

This post is in response to Linda’s  #1OneLinerWednesday.

There is no good or bad time to reach out to friends.

The measure of a true friend is that nothing is asked in return.  No self interest or selfishness is involved in true friendship.  So whether you are feeling upbeat or down, reach or to your friends and spread the love and warmth. Many a time I have felt the gloom lifting when I start visiting my blogily. I have not seen any one of them but as I go through their words, a warm feeling starts to fill me over.  I smile (or cry) with them, feel their joy and share their pains.  So I dedicate my One Liner Wednesday  to all my friends, those who I have met and are now separated by geography and to those that I have not met ( but hope to someday) all across the globe but are close to me by their words.  You have made it easier to navigate my journey in this insane world.

TIME : Tuesday Photo Challenge

This is Frank’s week 100 of Tuesday Photo Challenge and the prompt, appropriately, is TIME.

In Frank’s own words, “As I test your patience, I thought it might be interesting to make that part of the theme for this week, selecting Time.  Of course, Time can be depicted in many ways, from the image of a clock, or the rhythmic swing of a metronome, to Times Square or whatever catches your creative eye!”

I am trying to depit it very personal way.  The toll that time has taken on my receding hairline.

My hairline – November 2002

My hairline, December 2017

What a difference fifteen years make.

Cruelty of time
Paid the penalty with
My receding hairline
In another fifteen years
If I am alive
Sun will shine
Reflection blinding
From non-existant hairline
My spouse will be happy
She won’t need a mirror
To adjust her makeup
She will be just fine
Oh, what fun it will be
To get back the hairline
Of my prime
Alas, not to happen
Toll had been taken
By cruelty of time

Here is another perspective of time, past, present and future in one photograph.

The three stages of life: Bud, bloom and past its prime.

 

Tyranny of Time

I do not wear a watch anymore
No band to adorn my wrist
Tentacles, suffocating, broken
Now I have time for everything
I stop to listen
Not rush to talk
Schedule slipped is fine
Will be rescheduled
Whenever I have time 
Appointments missed
Will make new one
Final appointment
Schedule unknown
Looking at the watch 
Of no help
Every step nearer to the grave
I feel more liberated
Eternity is a myth
Death, a friend
To be embraced
I am free of
Tyranny of time

The Key, Lost

Have you found
The key to
Women’s heart
If you have
You are one of
The blessed ones
Even the gods have
Long surrendered
The quest
Unsolved mystery
There is no code
More complex
Hackers beware
The key was lost
Long ago
Before even the
Word was coined
So be at peace
Attachment brings
Only pain
Detachment scorn
Be your own
Waste not
Your precious time
Trying to decipher
That eluded
Myriads before
And will
Millions to come
Be at peace
Search abandoned

The Old Ones

They are gone now
The old ones
They look down at me
From the framed photographs
Walls are adorned with them
My eyes are weak now
When I look up at them
I do not see wisdom anymore
But the message is clear
One day I shall have my place
Amongst them
A lifeless framed photograph
Someone may look up at me
As I look up now
And hear the words of wisdom
Spoken many moons away
Don’t waste your precious time
Once gone, won’t come back
Yeah right
What am I doing now

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This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Three

TIME

Flowing freely
Neither a beginning
Nor an end
Time
Those who have
Enough to spare
Indulge and splurge
Those who haven’t
Won’t have any
To spare
Till they die
Those who have
Do not have
Time to spare
To help the needy
Lest it takes time
Away from their
Rest and recreation
Those who do not have
Time to die
What value
Time is to them
Time
Free, everlasting
Most valuable
To those who have
To others
Commodity worthless