Friday, 31 August 2012

Pleasant Presence

O mind of mine, why do you lurk in the past ?
When you ought to live in the present 
And build magnificent dreams for the future

I do see dreams, paving way to the future 
Yet they are all prejudiced by the past
Confounding my existence in the present 

O silly mind, life happens in the present
Only in its garden bloom flowers of future 
Not in the pleasured placebos of the past 

But in the pleasant presence of the present