This Too Shall Pass

Like a droplet of the ocean,

That embraces its joys

And continues its worldly wander,

This too shall pass,

Time goes on,

And so does life.

No matter how many times your heart bled in agony,

Or shattered into a million shards like glass,

The ache is not to remain forever.

The tears that escape your eyelids,

Will not cling to your eyes forever,

Learn to relish the beauty in the lack of time

Be it your victory,

Or your failure,

And both would be forgotten in moments.

Imagine a world,

Where one is tired of too much bliss,

And another’s tears would never run dry.

Rage through it, for you can

Because one day,

The storm will die,

And your heart will let the sunshine

Revive your blood and veins

Let your heart embrace time,

As it hopes to heal your scars.

You will walk through it,

With valour and style,

Like a phoenix that just rose from its ashes,

Like a lone lioness, stroked by the breeze

Hungry to lap up the fierce rays of noon.

This too shall pass.

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