Decay

The decay is as much a truth as the life.

It is as constant as change.

Old has to move out to make room for new.

Only it should not be a decay of hearts.

Shadow

One day I questioned my shadow:-

Why do you walk beside me all the time?

Be it thicker and darker nights,

Or the thinner and happier sun-shines;

What makes you stick to me?

Why do you accompany me?

One day I questioned my shadow:-

It answered me back in its baritone.

"You find in me a fancy, an illusion.

You treat me like a phantom, a reflection.

You know not but I am there to show you,

that little burning lamp in those dark streets.

I am there not to bring any despair,

but to usher you into the door of opportunities.

I am there to cheer you on and on.

I am there so that you may never be alone.

I am there for you and because of you.

I am there to repose your faith in you."

And one day when I saw my shadow:-

I smiled for I knew I had a friend for life.

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