Remember a pebble you threw once in a still, peaceful pond
While you sat by its side, watching, solitude was company,
The ripples appeared, smiled at you
You too smiled, not knowing why,
Then slowly they vanished like stars early morning
The surface went flat again as nothing had happened,
Had you not been there, nobody would have known
The ripples ever happened, the water ever parted;
Even though little, for a tiny slice of time.

A man running with all his might, yet failing
To catch the last fast speeding, Mumbai local train,
Like memories, which slowly fade away, stop, un-pervade -
He stares for long; the moments strolling then galloping,
Vestiges no more even like ashes, where
"They would be" were thought, failed trying
To compete with passing time
Which flew past so unbelievably;
Ever un-imaginably.

A silent man, head hung, eyes stone-like,
Oblivious, empty inside, void-like,
Returns spent to where he started to follow
A ray of hope kindled long ago,
By some long forgotten stranger,
Dreams gathered, rose then shattered,
Waved, wavered then fell and
Settled like dust after storm, on earth, its surface;
His hopes obliterated.

Few analogies, all but in vain, at the bottom
When we sink deep, very deep,
Is nothing what reality, very bitter it tastes
There if you might peep.

Life is about many things, truly many, in so short a span,
Just one more thing, let me tell you my friend, please,
That is about just moving on, "Just moving on,"
Don't mourn, don't grieve, don't stop, "Just go on," you must.