Moments have come,
yet moments shall come again...
For moments gone are found in memories,
either in joy or in pain...
Life, they say, is a freefall of a freefall;
an endless slide into a baseless abyss
To what ends?
Yet no man can tell...
And the little bumps which seldom awakens,
only so one can appreciate the transient havens...
Just like a beautiful rhythm,
which momentarily dawns to define
existence
Briefly it comes and then it goes,
yet, it's gone naught away...
For in a blink or two it sets a footnote,
upon which one can trace its trail...
Random upon random of dust,
yet fate shall always find its way...
...
Alas!
In a bond of embrace
moments are made...
And in bids of farewells,
memories are framed...
Here then with you,
my moments of faith...
Here again without you,
the memories of my lonely days...
Ibn Adam
