Here And Now Poem by Ananta Madhavan

The Eternal Present disappears when you name it,
Or freeze it as an idea, an image or feeling fleeting past,
Even as we seek the words to suit its transience.

We need not miss the newness and the Now-ness
Of discontinuous life: they are in retrospect,
Nameless figments or fragments of plurality.

They befit our unique singularity;
Bits and fragments of lost moments,
Lapsing recordless into a cosmic oblivion.

Let us live in the Here and Now.
Why predict the Past, imagine the Present
And historicize the Future?