Matter of Time

I lived in a place where everything belonged to me, did things which made me happy, got everything even before i wished, bought what i needed, met people with whom i wanted to be with, spoke my mind, never let anybody to get in my way, smiled from my heart. In short i lived for myself. And the very next moment i was in a place where nothing was mine, did things i was asked for, met random people, hid my thoughts, smiled which never reached my heart, spent every moment pretending to be someone i was not. I asked myself Is it a dream or the place i lived before was a dream? Where is my life taking me? Is it for better? And i heard - "Nothing is permanent, neither happiness nor sadness. Its just a Matter of Time". 

Passing Clouds

Some of my old snaps of school and colleges brought down memories of past, memories of people who either came for a reason or for a season and impelled me to pen down a few lines on what i call - "Passing Clouds"


Some bring smiles, some left tears
Some give happiness, some took away
Some bring changes, some brought stagnation
Some give love, some gave heartaches
Some bring comfort, some gave a fright
Some give pleasant surprises, some gave shocks 
Some bring hope, some brought disappointment
Some come to stay, others are just "Passing clouds".