Every tomorrow in life counts more than today.
Tomorrow holds many promises in its chest.
A few of which disappear by the dusk
And leave a few to be broken by the next day.

It's like a handful of sand that is thrown up today,
Upturned palms that grope for the sparkles that fall,
Most of it is lost to winds of time
Sparing a few that fall onto widespread hands.

While the few that fall are written by destiny.
As we hungrily move about for more than our share
Not realizing if we catch one, we let go of another.
Trying to change destiny by choosing the fall.

Promises that fall away from the reach,
Serve to fall, mercifully, at our feet.
Teach us a new lesson to survive,
Brighten our paths, enliven our way.
-tq

The life of clouds is but unstable,
It dies away as drops of rain
That falls to the earth, a million souls
And returns to skies as a new life.

So be the man who has a heart,
That stops one day and souls depart
Heavenwards and yet reborn
As a new individual back to earth.
-tq