Thoughts loiter.
A lot in yesterday,
A little in tomorrow.
The present is worried,
'You dont care', it says.
'I want to', I say.
Yesterday laughs,
Future frowns,
I speculate.
The war is on,
between the inseparables,
heart and mind.
The latter doesnt give up,
Makes me dream,
Makes me want,
Makes me hopeful,
The former as usual,
Gives in,
Listens,
Surrenders...
The tussle,
The contemplation,
And the blues.
Albeit the uncertainities
And fester,
Lies a notion bespeaking exposure.
Past is behind,
Future can wait.
The mooching persuasions,
And the ingrained intellections.
Are impertinent like the incongruous imagery
And the surrealities they bring along.
The tangible 'present' embodies incessancy.
Rest all is incidental...
