Friday, January 29, 2010

Tomorrow's Today

As a breeze of solitude,
yet longevity blew my hair, I saw,
a time I had, sitting in my room,
sitting in my friend's room; thinking.

Of how my tomorrow shall be,
will sun shine at my window just as dreams,
will rain's first drop wet my ear,
will I have you besides.

And, a streak dwells on my face,
as I hold my pen, blotting my diary,
still, just not it always is,
but I feel the days flow in; when.

I wrote pages, closed my eyes,
to dream how my life will be,
how my mornings will look like,
shall they be, as I foresee.

Horizons all around me,
and me at a time I relish the most,
the water's taste on my lips,
the life I deserved, in my home;years ago.

I spent nights in hope, in books,
hoping to see what few saw then,
wishing to live by a lake, my cottage small,
to spend life in love with nature.

And as I hear the lake wave to a pebble,
I see, the past handing me my present,
giving me my tomorrow's today.

© Rajat Mahajan. 2010


Mayank said...

nice work.......
Makes me remember of my past, present and future....

ecstatic shimmeR said...

Thanks. Yeah, that's what made me think of writing it at the first place. Its quite intimidating to learn how times not even seen yet can change the way you think.

Raj said...

past dreams shaping into the present.
typical you. canny and intelligent.

ecstatic shimmeR said...

Well, not quite past dreams changing into present; rather today's dreams in a tomorrow as I see. Although, pretty much similar..

sp.ajay said...

the beauty of poems u can associate to a hell lot of things, and you have your own view point to stand on it...

i link this post to the past Ghandhi had, and the future he dreamed and handed it over to us to write as we wished...

ecstatic shimmeR said...

Well, different ways of perceiving things. i took it as a present to future event, you on the other hand took it a past to present event.