A Journey Through Time

In a dusty old attic, where shadows reside,
I stumbled upon a clock, its hands frozen wide,
With gears that whispered secrets, and a face worn and cracked,
It beckoned me closer, as if time had been tracked.

I turned the cold dial, and the world spun around,
The air shimmered softly, a mystical sound,
And suddenly, I stood in a moment long past,
A glimpse of my youth, a memory cast.

There I was, a child, with dreams in my eyes,
Chasing the sunlight, beneath endless skies,
I felt the warm laughter, the innocence bright,
In the heart of that summer, everything felt right.

But time is a river, it flows and it bends,
And soon I was standing where the path twists and ends,
A choice lay before me, a fork in the road,
With fear in my heart, I carried my load.

I saw the faces of friends, the bonds that we made,
The laughter, the heartache, the plans that we laid,
Yet choices like shadows can linger and grow,
And I felt the weight of the paths I didn’t know.

With a twist of the clock, I was thrust into strife,
A moment of loss that would shape all my life,
The tears that I shed, the silence that fell,
In the echo of absence, I learned how to dwell.

But time is a teacher, with lessons to share,
And I found in the darkness, a flicker of care,
For in every heartache, in every goodbye,
There’s a seed of resilience that learns how to fly.

I turned the clock’s hands, and the years rushed ahead,
To a moment of triumph, where dreams had been fed,
I stood on the stage, with the world at my feet,
The applause like a river, a symphony sweet.

Yet even in glory, I felt the weight of the past,
The choices that shaped me, the shadows they cast,
For every success is a tapestry spun,
Of the threads of our failures, the battles we’ve won.

With each turn of the clock, I glimpsed what had been,
The laughter, the heartache, the places I’d seen,
And I realized time is a circle, not line,
A dance of existence, where moments entwine.

I saw the faces of loved ones, their smiles and their tears,
The tapestry woven through laughter and fears,
For every connection, each bond that we share,
Is a thread in the fabric of love and of care.

As I turned back the dial, the attic grew still,
The clock whispered softly, a promise to fill,
That time is a journey, a river that flows,
And the choices we make are the seeds that we sow.

So I left with a heart full of wisdom and grace,
Embracing the moments, the trials we face,
For in every tick of the clock, there’s a chance to renew,
A journey through time, where the past guides us true.

And though I may wander through shadows and light,
I carry the echoes of each pivotal night,
For the clock may be ancient, but its truth is sublime,
In the journey of living, we’re all shaped by time.

- Khushi Kaul