flashes pass by

of laughter
of banter

of long walks

and philosophy talks

of love

and longing

of midnight breakfasts

and late night chats

of exhausting days

of sleepless nights

of forgotten dreams

now broken

but once shared

of kinship 

and camaraderie

There will be

Other people

Other places

Other times

But this time is gone

and people leave

only the memories

like a jaded picture,

weather and remain

Sometimes, it’s the stressful night and the morning rush

Sometimes, we feel the longing in an astral night

Sometimes, we find happiness with the person in sight

Sometimes, it’s the fears that grip the heart

Sometimes, they go deep threatening to tear it apart

Sometimes, we’re lost and lost we are

Sometimes, we wander and we wander far

Sometimes, it happens—everything’s perfect and right

Sometimes, we can slack and enjoy in delight

Sometimes, we falter and then career to move on

Sometimes, that’s the way as the past is all but gone

Sometimes, we realize we find peace in prayers

Sometimes, the truth is covered up in misty layers

Sometimes, life comes to an impasse, a restless standstill

Sometimes, we’ve got to stay put and see—how fate shares its fill

Sometimes, we know it; we think it’s the end

Sometimes, oh, it’s not the end, it’s just another bend