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Wandering Words

There comes bright day light after each night. The meeting of days and nights breeds time and time can be good or bad. It could be yours or mine. It can be delightful and it can be sadening. Time is the one way stream of never ending marathons of the stars towards the vast and ever expanding universes. The earth rotates regularly to share the sunlight among all of its residents. The time gone is like just a moment, the hard time becomes a long period. The breath in your arms is heavenly, the pulse in your absence is hellish. Time in your company is paradise, separation from you is painful. Hand in your hand is a journey, going alone is a travel.

All loves don’t ripe and all hates don’t last. Neither all smiles are fake nor all tears are true. Every handshake is not for friendship and all promises are not for keeping. All mail is not love letters, and all messages are not from the lover. All running are not scared and all floating are not swimmers. All stars don’t twinkle and all suns do rise from the east. All blankets are not for winter and all fans are not for summer. 

Youth is short lived and beauty doesn't last forever. Life is a limited term and age ends at a point. Sun shines for a few hours and darkness ends every morning. A child crawls for a few months and toys lose attraction soon. 

Flowers bloom briefly and leaves fall too. You can not drink it all but a bottle will finish soon. Pain appears periodically and cure takes time. Fruit doesn't ripe in a day and rains fall and stop. Rainbow is a text of the skies and lightning is their touch. Romance is the grammar of passion and patience is the tense of the future. 

Grace falls on the blessed and success follows the industrious. 

Happiness is a frame of mind and enjoyment is an attitude. The cure is a remedy and prevention is an attempt. Ships go far and boats float near the coast. Flute sings a song and drums make beats. Flowers create aroma and seeds become trees. Time travels one way and water flows downward. Dreams move fast but the sleeper stays still. 

And I write all this because I have nothing else to write. I miss maundering. The COVID-19 has stretched too long. I need to go away. I need to fly. I want to wander. This writing is my way of wandering through words. 



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Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer 



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Amanullah Khan
Amanullah Khan
14 ธ.ค. 2563

An attempt to wander... Life is wandering .. otherwise it is all wondering..Covid20 they say is stronger (no more a teen ager)...the Blogger has the craft to wander via words..those less I am...can only wonder.Keats held...A thing of beauty is Joy for ever... Blogger holds Beauty has to perish.. whether Beauty does perish or goes to Paris ..a point of view only....One philosopher rightly said so long I am alive I cannot be dead... Similarly as long as Blogger is wandering (via wandering words) he is not Confined...carry on wandering.

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