Thought Fragments

I remember the quotes about ‘Time’. Time – the Enigmatic. Time – a Riddle. Time – the Saviour. Time – the Omnipotent.

Past, the source of learning. The visual records stored in our brains. The flashback technique used in the movies.

Future, the opportunity to apply learning. Future – made of dreams and aspirations.

Present, the ‘here and now’. Present – beyond description.
Before I attempt to describe, they become a part of past. I fail to arrest my present moment. If I try to describe my future moment, I am no more in the present. I wonder, how to be in the present…! How to be in the ‘here and now’…this moment. This pursuit, this challenge, itself becomes my prime task.

Thought fragments hustle; I am not able to hold them with me. Before I think about my thought, they are gone.

Living Yesterdays

Gazing through the window
She sees only the bygone days
Time does not tick for her
The needles crawled and dragged themselves
To stop one day,
Frozen and numb

She travels back and forth
Amid those black and white scenes
Refusing to live in the present
Unworried about the future.

Her children and grand children stopped to grow;
Their youth captured in eternity.
Her imagination feeds them, plays with them
And waits for their arrival from school.

Time does not decide her journey
Nor her age
And, the link is lost forever.

There are only yesterdays
Today never exists
And tomorrow shall never come…