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Year starts,
year ends,
years keep going by, on and on.
Life as if tied to unstoppable wheels moves from dawn to dusk and dusk to dawn.
Soul sometimes wonders ,
whether the departure of a year denotes addition of days or subtraction of days in a life's span?
Whether one should smile or one should cry?
Time in any case is here to fly.
Lessons learnt,
experience gained.
Steps taken,
steps retraced.
More than hope of gain,
fear of loss, 
loss of love,
loss of loved ones,
loss of trust,
loss of trustworthy,
loss of faith,
and loss of grace.
Life is nothing but a mystery mostly unresolved. 
Gain of sorrows,
gain of regrets,
gain of heartfelt pain,
and gain of everything that is vain,
every fleeting year pens down a different tale.
Happiness is elusive and evanscent.
Woes in comparison are obvious and eternal.
Finally time to welcome the year that shrieks out loud,
That miles have been covered,
 Only a few more miles left to be gone.
Time to create history, 
by venturing to pen the life's chronicles in one's own desired way.
chopping off all that's weed,
leaving behind everything that stops the growth,
growth of everything that's chaste and sublime.
Now or never is what the every passing year points and projects.
Before it's too late,
awakening of the soul this year is expected to make for the years that have been hopelessly agone.













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  1. Beautiful expressions..loved the closing lines

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  2. Total life's journey full of ups nd down in one note

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  3. Brilliant style and thoughts

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  4. Excellent explanation of mystery of life

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  5. Really liked it... I don't know who you are but I got to know about your blogs through my friend

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  6. Reality of life as well

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  7. Lovely expressions dear❤️

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  8. Soulful ...it seems like our own journey of life

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