Forget it, darling,
It’s all in the past.
Let’s not dwell on it,
Let’s just move on.
Forget the pain,
Forget the tears.
Let’s start anew,
With a clean slate.
Forget the past,
Let’s focus on the present.
Let’s make the most of it,
And create a better future.
Forget it, darling,
It’s all in the past.
Let’s move on,
And never look back.
Let’s not regret the things that were
Or things that might have been,
But take the present hour and share
Its joy and hope and win.
Let’s not regret the things that died,
Or tears that we have shed,
But let us smile and banish pride,
And live the best we can.
Let’s not regret the things that seem
To have gone out of reach,
But let us hope and trust and dream
Of better things to come.
Let’s not regret the past, but take
The present as it is,
And make the best of all our days
And live them to the brim.
Let’s not regret the things we’ve done
That we might have left undone,
But let us try to make amends
And live more nobly still.
Let’s not regret the things we’ve said
That we might have left unsaid,
But let us speak the truth instead
And make our words our friends.
Let’s not regret the things we’ve lost
That we might have held so dear,
But let us find new joys and zest
And make our lives more sweet.
Let’s not regret the things we are
That we might have been,
But let us strive to be the best
That we can be today.
The one who makes time feel like an illusion,
With a snap of fingers, creates confusion.
A master of magic, a sorcerer supreme,
Bending time and space, like in a dream.
Seconds turn to hours, minutes to days,
The world around us, in a mystic haze.
Past, present, future, all become one,
As the illusionist’s work is done.
Tick-tock goes the clock, but time stands still,
As the illusionist works his will.
The world is awestruck by his art,
For he is the master of time’s depart.
Cherishing every moment,
As time rushes by,
We gather memories,
That make us laugh and cry.
The sun on our faces,
The wind in our hair,
We’re free from our worries,
In this moment we share.
The world is our playground,
Our hearts full of glee,
We’re living in the present,
And it’s where we want to be.
So let’s hold on tight,
To these moments we keep,
For they’re the ones we’ll treasure,
When we’re old and grey and weak.
Opening eyes, gazing around,
A new world waiting to be found,
Colors vibrant, senses astound,
The possibilities, truly profound.
The sun rises, a brand new day,
A chance to live, to laugh and play,
To find our purpose, come what may,
And make the most of every way.
Eyes wide open, heart beating fast,
Ready for whatever may be cast,
Embrace the present, let go of past,
And make each moment forever last.
Memory is not acquainted with the beginning,
Nor imagination with the end of the race,
Life’s journey is a constant spinning,
A never-ending cycle we all must face.
The past and future intertwined,
An endless dance that leaves us blind,
The present moment all we truly find,
The only place where peace we can bind.
Our memories fade but never die,
And our imagination soars up high,
The infinite race we cannot deny,
A journey that goes beyond the sky.
Our Memories
Moments made, memories meant to last,
Mild and mellow, magic in the past.
Merry and meaningful, moments we miss,
Memories made, moments we reminisce.
Misty and mystical, memories meander,
Morphing and merging, memories we remember.
Memories that matter, memories that move,
Moments of magic, memories we love.
© VishalDutia
A Moment of Rest
In the midst of chaos and stress,
A moment of rest brings peace and bless,
A pause from the hustle and bustle,
A chance to breathe and flex our muscle.
A moment to reflect and introspect,
To let go of worries and disconnect,
To recharge our batteries and renew,
To find our center and our inner hue.
A moment of rest is a precious gift,
A chance to slow down and gently drift,
To savor the present and simply be,
In a world that’s always in a hurry.
Quiet Contemplation
I sit alone in silence
I close my eyes and breathe
I let go of my worries
I calm my restless mind
I focus on the present
I feel the peace within
I connect with my essence
I find my inner light.
You’re Fading Like a Memory
You’re fading like a memory,
A distant thought, a fantasy.
Once so real, so vivid and alive,
Now slipping away, like a fading vibe.
But memories can be cherished, and held with care,
Even when they’re no longer there.
For in our hearts, they live on,
And the love they bring, can never be gone.
© VishalDutia
As I was saying
As I was saying, the world spins ’round,
And time marches on with nary a sound,
Words spoken and thoughts left unsaid,
Regrets that linger long after we’re dead.
But life moves forward, and so must we,
Embracing the future, setting our sights on what could be,
For though the past may hold us tight,
It’s the present that makes our future bright.
Voices in the Night
The night is dark, the stars are bright,
And through the silence comes a sound,
A whisper soft, a voice so light,
That echoes in the night around.
And as I listen to that voice,
That sings so sweetly in my ear,
I feel my heart begin to rejoice,
And all my worries disappear.
For in those voices of the night,
I hear the whispers of my soul,
The dreams that fill my heart with light,
The hopes that make my spirit whole.
I hear the voices of the past,
Of loved ones gone, but not forgot,
Whose memories in my heart will last,
Forevermore, and never rot.
I hear the voices of the present,
Of friends and family gathered near,
Whose love and kindness is so pleasant,
And fills my heart with joy and cheer.
And in those voices of the night,
I hear the promise of tomorrow,
The dreams that fill my heart with light,
And banish all my pain and sorrow.
For in those voices of the night,
I find the solace that I seek,
The peace that makes my heart take flight,
And soothes my soul so tired and weak.
And so I listen to those voices,
That sing so sweetly in my ear,
And all my worries it rejoices,
And banishes all my doubts and fear.
For in those voices of the night,
I find a comfort that is rare,
A guiding light, a shining sight,
That leads me through life’s winding stair.
And though the night may come and go,
And though the voices fade away,
Their echoes in my heart will glow,
And guide me through each passing day.
For voices in the night are more,
Than just mere whispers in the dark,
They are the songs of life’s great score,
The melody that lights the spark.
So listen well to those voices,
That sing so sweetly in your ear,
And let them guide you through life’s choices,
And banish all your doubts and fear.
For in those voices of the night,
You’ll find the solace that you seek,
The peace that makes your heart take flight,
And soothes your soul so tired and weak.
© VishalDutia
The same old routine just won’t do,
Time has come for something new.
A journey of exploration and discovery,
The power of change is something I must take with me.
The steps of life are not always steady,
Changes come both small and great.
Ride the waves of change with poise,
Embrace the life of shock and surprise.
The inevitability of change will come,
New experiences to seize and make some.
Living the present with no fear,
To make the future ever more clear.
You know I wasn’t always like this..
One day I was kind.
One day I looked forward to the beauty and comings of the universe.
One day I feel asleep in hopes of excitement on what’s to come tomorrow.
One day I was kid. A kid who smiles colors of a warm sunshine. With the energy of a nuclear plant.
One day I nearly lost all of this.
And the next day I may lose the rest.
One day, I look forward to the upside of things.
But today, I looked for the down.
For whom took this compassion from me ?
© VishalDutia
Even though your miles away, we’re together in my dreams, sharing nights together, until the sunlight beams
Then like the sands of time you just slip through my fingers, I’m left sad and all alone but your memory still lingers
Stealing a naughty kiss, I’d love to share a sensual hug, to wrap you in my arms for real, to hold you tight and snug
In my dreams I feel you near, we share our body heat, if I could make this dream come true, my hopes would be complete
If you were laying on my chest, you’d hear my heartbeat call your name, you would feel my desires for you rushing through each and every vein
So close yet a world away, you’re here and then you’re gone, present during nightfall but the moment the sun is shone
You melt back into memory just a lovely vision in my head, I’m left writing poetry about you from my bed.
©VishalDutia
Not to string you along, my dear
but we cannot simply cut ties with the past
even the inconsequential have its consequences
You might outlive regret, but that doesn’t mean all is forgiven.
© VishalDutia
There is this deception
That I always tend to believe
The past is great
The past is the golden age
But as I wonder,
What makes the present day?
Isn’t lovely?
Isn’t magnificent today?
And now I reflect,
And remember Your faithfulness
The present accumulates
The wonder of Your grace.
– VishalDutia
I seek
Purity
Simplicity
Of my heart
My very Being
She smiles at me
As flowers
Calls me
With bird song
Cries with me
As raindrops
Hides from me
As rainbows
“I am as you
Everywhere
And always,”
She whispers
In love, as love
Forever
Pure
Simple
Still
Being
Dear myself
keep the past where it belongs
for sometimes it will come up to you in the present
and try to be in your future
but it belongs in the foregone
those times and memories
are gone, dead, finished, no more
fight for your future!
the one where you end up happy
defy that future where the past wins
as all that is gone is gunning for the future
the tomorrow where you end up with the dead
that past that is gone, dead, finished, no more
fight the future of the past!
The journey is set.
The journey is on.
Lets not just fantasize about the journey
It may have the destination to be fantasized
If we reference the future
The future will be, but the present.
Let’s walk
Learn to walk better,
and BE THE JOURNEY OWN SELF
PRESENT is a gift today
FUTURE is PRESENT some day.
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