If past year be Janus-headed
On move seldom in a preset sequence,
Life unfolds with its own whims and fancies
As day gets dawned-- a gift of existence,
In whose own rhythm everything dances.
A life is no novel read page to page,
It gets read, unfolding onward as goes,
I bow to past for wisdom, for its age
As it gets past its graveyard of shadows
To be ready to take on new journey
With an empty bag and an open mind
That I take on challenges uncanny
And still keep options on, to peek from hind.
The year past by let be Janus-headed,
Life evolves only when it looks ahead.
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Sonnet | 11.01.2026 | future, life, Ney Year, past
Note: This is in continuation of the poem ‘Old memories, new dreams’.
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