Moments called Life
What is our life? It's but a delicate mesh weaved out of varied light and dark moments.
Moments of joy, moments of exultation, moments of pain or may be a few that of torment.
Moments that to us might be as precious as a string of pearls;
Moments which on the other hand, may be as torturous as curses hurled.
Each of them ingrained with a special place in our mind's eye.
Each of them gaining its own pace as time fleets by.
Some moments are like a secret rendezvous locked up in the deepest chambers of our hearts;
Or some so intense that they become entrenched in our soul and become our integral part.
Moments torrid, moments big or moments small,
May be awkward or such which make us stand tall.
Let us pass each day of our lives by living each of such moments that we stumble on,
Take a moment to smell the roses, breathe in the sky, smile at a stranger, touch a soul before our time's gone.
Make every small moment count, collecting them to form a repository,
And when we are submerged by life's cacaphony may we retreat and let our hearts find peace in our moments' treasury.