You know,
Sometimes,
When I look back,
I wish,
If our past could have been our present,
And our present, may be our past,
Or maybe not even our past.
Sometimes,
When I look back,
I wish,
If our past could have been our present,
And our present, may be our past,
Or maybe not even our past.
We lived in the present then,
Young, Carefree & Raw,
But totally in each other's awe.
Each day was a new discovery.
With no time for recovery.
Trusting our gut,
Rather falling into rut.
So full of mistakes.
Despite very high stakes.
It was all about
Losing control,
Rather aiming for goal.
Young, Carefree & Raw,
But totally in each other's awe.
Each day was a new discovery.
With no time for recovery.
Trusting our gut,
Rather falling into rut.
So full of mistakes.
Despite very high stakes.
It was all about
Losing control,
Rather aiming for goal.
Perhaps in our past,
We never cared ,
For each other's past,
Or for that matter,
Future of our past.
We never cared ,
For each other's past,
Or for that matter,
Future of our past.
It was all about present then,
And may be,
Not even present,
What really mattered,
Was the very next moment.
And may be,
Not even present,
What really mattered,
Was the very next moment.
And then it all started,
The baggage of our past,
& desire to better the same,
Nothing else mattered now,
It was all about winning the game.
The baggage of our past,
& desire to better the same,
Nothing else mattered now,
It was all about winning the game.
Brain started calling the shots,
& goals took over soul,
In the overall scheme of things,
Heart now had marginalized role.
& goals took over soul,
In the overall scheme of things,
Heart now had marginalized role.
And as if the yearning,
To beat the past was not enough,
Came the quest for a perfect future,
Along with came wounds,
That nobody could suture.
To beat the past was not enough,
Came the quest for a perfect future,
Along with came wounds,
That nobody could suture.
Shadows of past were closing in
& Expectations of future piled,
Somewhere in this trade-off,
Present was the neglected child.
& Expectations of future piled,
Somewhere in this trade-off,
Present was the neglected child.
We didn't see it coming then,
But what this has meant,
That,
Past and Future,
Have Hi-jacked our present.
But what this has meant,
That,
Past and Future,
Have Hi-jacked our present.
Before it is too late,
Let’s start living in the present,
Else nothing would last,
Neither our future,
Nor our glorious past.
Present anyways needs to be recast!!!!
Let’s start living in the present,
Else nothing would last,
Neither our future,
Nor our glorious past.
Present anyways needs to be recast!!!!
Written by :- T@RUN AGG@RWAL
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