The Quilt of Life: A Journey Through Time's Tapestry

By Harshal Patil

In the vast expanse of existence's quilt,

A stitch in time, our life unfurls, first hinted;

From the embryonic shade, a soul is birthed,

Unto a world of hues, and dreams, and girth.

Journey we embark, on paths unforeseen,

Bearing witness to joy, sorrow's morose scene;

Each step a narrative, woven through days,

With laughter's golden rays and tears that play.

Our feet tread patterns on the vast terrain,

O'er mountains high, through valleys in their reign;

A winding road that twists with fate entwined,

The dance we orchestrate, a sign in time.

We meet with life's characters, their acts and deeds,

Some to cherish, others a bitter seed;

In every heart we touch, each kindred soul,

Exchange of stories, as life's script we unroll.

Across the river of change, we are ferried,

By currents strong or calm, unyielded, merrily;

We grow and learn from each wave and tide,

In every storm that crashes, we abide.

For in life's tapestry, the colors never fade,

Through sunlit mornings and the darkest shade;

No experience trivial nor moment passively spent,

Each holds significance, a value well-intended.

At twilight's end, the vista fills with stars,

Reminding us of heavens far;

The journey we've taken, as life's pulse fades,

Is a mosaic of moments, in glorious shades.

Remember that, my friend, as the last chapter closes,

Your life, a sonnet, its verses and poses;

Though the voyage ends, you've left a trail,

Of footprints in the earth, you'll ne'er fail.

Thus concludes our fated road, in memory held,

A life well-lived, as stories are often told;

May the echoes of your heart, in time, be enrolled,

As a masterpiece of life, an epic well-sculpted, bold.

Harshal Patil