Different forms, Different Places & Different Times

 Different forms, Different Places &  Different Times

A million worlds would have burnt to ash, 

breaking silence through every crash.

All things, including the self, impermanent and constantly changing 

being the characteristics of life, it is sustaining.

We'd collide with our souls, fade away, 

into particles, a new world, that seems to be the only way. 

The different forms that we exist in, 

and our misty soul, where to begin. 

Our soul, that drifts through time,

and a wandering heart, that's apparently mine. 

Should I let it fade, let it wander, 

From dusk to dawn, I ponder.

Is it the day or is it the light, 

What would even be its might? 

Am I wrong or am I right, 

that's quite the insight. 

For nothing stays, yet everything remains 

who am I to complain? 

As I wonder, Anicca, 

The soul we hold is not our own,

and we're truly never alone,

Different forms, different places and different times

yet, all at the same damn time. 

- Akshita Gupta