I live in the present with roots in the past. For every new step, I take to catch the present, It turns into a thing of past Even before I blink or think! What kind of a slippery road is this, Where I struggle eternally to catch The uncatchable present But always end up in the past Yet dream of future, forever? Will I ever get to be present in the present, Without sinking deeper and deeper Into the unfathomable past? Will I…will I ever be able to unlock This time machine and lock the present From slipping into the past or Catch future without ever being in the present? Present- past, present-present, past-present…future-past… Is there a way to prevent my future From becoming a thing of past, for eternity? Uff! Is there any mortal who has ever Attained the present present? ***********************
@Mistt Thanx, you are being generous! Actually, this is my learning ground and I am trying out something new. "Happiness is enjoying little things in life" "Learning is trying something new in life"
Very beautiful poem Geetha. Letting the past eat away the present is bad; at least how to prevent the future?? Every little thought we have in present, builds the future - so surely not dwelling in the past would go long way in helping a different future.
Very beautiful poem Geetha. Letting the past eat away the present is bad; at least how to prevent the future?? Every little thought we have in present, builds the future - so surely not dwelling in the past would go long way in helping a different future.
Agree and in the process of learning something new gives us a change and happiness too. Regarding to your poem you expressed your slippery present very nicely. : ) I feel past, present and future are interconnected. We need to forget toxic people and memories of past and move on but never forget the lessons we learned from past. Sometimes I feel I need time machine for just go back and cherish those sweet past moments again. We should be happy with what we have and enjoy every simple thing and moment of present without thinking past and future. We don't know what hold for us in future at the same time we need plans and goals for future. We need to prepare for that too.
Good one Geetha. Beautifully written. As I was walking on the slippery present this morning (literally) remembered your poem. For every new step I took that turned into a thing of the past, I had to make sure I walked slowly without falling on the slippery present. That way my focus was not on the ice that I crossed or the snow bank ahead. Small steps leading to my entry into building. Time is just an illusion. Now that was a wonderful poem I could relate to my slippery present.
Tamarakshar, No, I wrote this poem as I was intrigued by the impermanence of the present moment. Thanks for your comments.