Here is the English translation of your beautiful Urdu poem and reflective prose titled “In the Shadow of Time”:

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In the Shadow of Time

In the shadow of time, the moments we lived,
At times we burned in sunlight, at times we lost in shade.
Sometimes, dreams descended softly into our eyes,
Other times, they slipped away silently from the hem of sleep.

There were days when wishes fluttered like butterflies,
And every color we touched with our own eyes.
Laughter felt like rainfall, every word was fragrant—
Even in the heat, it seemed the monsoon had poured.

But then, time began to change the moments.
In the dust of time, even faces started to change.
Those once close, hid behind veils of distance,
And dreams shattered before they could become reality.

We once thought life would be so beautiful—
Each morning unique, each night a tale.
There would be love, hope, and loyal companionship,
Every path smooth, every face sincere.

But what we found was a different story—
No perfect moon, no true madness.
They say time heals every wound,
But some pains come with no excuse.

Somewhere, the burden of false smiles in relationships,
Somewhere, armies of hollow words.
Silent screams echoed, or the noise of quietness,
A single rule resounding in the alley of the heart.

We met thousands, yet loneliness lingered.
Even in gatherings, the silence within never faded.
We tried to find ourselves in mirrors,
But the reflection no longer held our identity.

Sometimes words never left the pen,
Sometimes the heart’s voice halted at the lips.
Whenever we spoke the truth, it was called rebellion,
Whenever lies smiled, the crowd cheered.

Then we learned:
Not every face tells the truth, not every eye shows dreams.
Not every word comes from love, not every smile brings joy.
Life is an exam, each moment a question—
Sometimes a difficult puzzle, sometimes a tangled page.

Yet even in this whirlpool, a light remains,
A hope that shines in every darkness.
Somewhere, there will be a word of loyalty,
A face that mirrors honesty.

We learned from seasons how to change colors—
To endure the scent of spring even in fall,
To be shade in sunlight for someone,
And to light a lamp in the loneliness of night.

So, O Time!
We do not complain to you.
Whatever you brought held some lesson,
Whatever you took was perhaps no longer needed.
What remains with us may be enough.

Now, we don’t count the moments,
Nor search for meaning in every word.
We just close our eyes and breathe,
And quietly live whatever comes our way.

Yes, we still dream—
But now, our dreams carry the warmth of reality.
We still love—
But more in silence than in words.

We no longer see life as a game of chess—
Where every move must be calculated.
Now, we live with the heart,
Knowing each moment is precious.

And in the end…
We have come to understand—
That the shadows of time grow long,
But even in the shadow,
There lies a hidden presence—
And every presence has a story…
Which can only be read
Through the eyes of the heart.

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Emotions Nurtured in Time’s Shadow

Time is not just a game of past, present, and future—it deeply affects human emotions, feelings, and relationships. There are moments of laughter, and there are moments when eyes overflow. With time, people change, the color of relationships fades, some are left behind, and new faces emerge.

The Philosophy of Time

Walking in the shadow of time, a person learns many lessons—they realize that nothing is permanent, all happiness is temporary, and every sorrow eventually passes. Time teaches patience, endurance, and gratitude.

Time is a philosophy, and not everyone can grasp its depth. It tests us at every turn in life. For some, time is kind; for others, cruel. But the truth is, time is neither a friend nor a foe—it simply flows at its own pace.

We are the ones who make time good or bad.
Living in the shadow of time doesn’t mean we merely endure it—it means we gain from it, learn from it, and strive to become better.

Conclusion

Only those who have the courage to learn from their mistakes and strive to refine each moment can master the art of living in the shadow of time. Time is a silent teacher, and whoever understands its lessons—wins at life.

Remember, we cannot stop time, but we can walk with it, learn from it, and use it wisely.
So, don’t get lost in the shadow of time—
Carry that shadow with you,
So you may move toward the light.

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