Of what good are the noblest of thoughts,
If they are not backed by deeds ?
Of what use is love in the heart,
If it is locked and leashed ?
Of what good are spectacular Memorials to the souls that have left
Or ‘in memories of’ dedications & ballads, for whom they were meant ?
Of what use are relationships,
That have lost rhythms and skipped the beats ?
Of what relevance are the ‘could have been’ s or the ‘should have been’ s ?
Many a work is left incomplete,
Songs unsung, and stories unfinished
Cos we never did, what we wished to,
When we could !
If only we live life spontaneous
Like our neighbourhood pets,
By just living, with no regrets !
If only we could let the moments rule
Sailing in its stride,
A moment a time,
A zillion moments a lifetime !