nandini00
Active Ranker
Things change without us noticing,
like weather arriving unseen.
Some days begin quietly,
like glass breaking into itself.
You do not get to keep the times.
They come, then they are gone,
but they leave traces of brightness on the floor.
Happiness does not stay for long.
Grief is patient. It waits.
Memory holds on,
longer than what actually happened.
Things keep moving.
Not forward, not backward,
only changing form.
Nothing stays the same.
No season remains what it was.
Only what is left
after everything has passed through.
A heart
made of passing seasons.
like weather arriving unseen.
Some days begin quietly,
like glass breaking into itself.
You do not get to keep the times.
They come, then they are gone,
but they leave traces of brightness on the floor.
Happiness does not stay for long.
Grief is patient. It waits.
Memory holds on,
longer than what actually happened.
Things keep moving.
Not forward, not backward,
only changing form.
Nothing stays the same.
No season remains what it was.
Only what is left
after everything has passed through.
A heart
made of passing seasons.
