Musings (Notes From My Diary- -5) Poem by Nosheen Irfan

Musings (Notes From My Diary- -5)

Rating: 5.0


Am I floating
Towards my wishes
Or away from them
Is this my morning thought
Or midnight monologue
The past is slowly fading
The present asserts itself
But the future, it's so shadowy
Always, be it day or night
You can't see it in sunshine
Nor can you spy it in moonlight
It's always there,
As a big question
What's next?
I'm clueless.

Nosheen Irfan © 2017

Thursday, May 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: future,life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 04 May 2017

So shadowy! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Valsa George 04 May 2017

The past is slowly fading The present asserts itself But the future, it's so shadowy What is next.......! What lies in future....? All of us are clueless, Nosheen! Sometimes it might be brighter than we expected!

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Barry Middleton 04 May 2017

Well written. The future is a mystery.

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Muhammad Ali 04 May 2017

beautiful and simple... and it is present, always. but we think about future and we will think so in the future .

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Susan Williams 31 May 2017

We are so often clueless that it is remarkable that we survive ourselves.I really like the tone of this piece and the structure is a perfect fit for the stream-of-conscious like thought process. Excellent write deserving of a galactic 10!

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Daniel Brick 17 May 2017

This poem is your contribution to that universal theme of TIME, not so much what it is but how it affects us. The opening of your poem shows how pervasive and pressing time is, so much so you would think we would understand it. But the end of your poem is like a sigh because all you (and we) can do is accept the MYSTERY which envelops us. I consider this a victory for your poem: you are the same person after this encounter with time as you were when you started, namely, a person poised, positive, perceptive. The ultimate answers to life's mysteries are veiled, but you know how to live your human life life without lifting the veil. And you pass that knowledge on to us readers. So after reading your poem I do not feel restless, I feel at peace living in time.

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Edmund Strolis 12 May 2017

Th dream, the uncertainty of the hour, everything falls away leaving questions. Question leads to question. Questioning for the sake of questioning. Leading to the revelation of being clueless. Knowledge that can bind or liberate. I fear that those elusive things, those blind alleys are of our own making and I have to wonder if what we lack in the present is the dark door that could be opened wide if only we had or knew what the key is.

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Queeny Gona 08 May 2017

A note from your diary is so alike to the thought of an aspirant poet who struggles to fight the slumber in accomplishing his/her dreams. Vote 10+ dear Ma'am!

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Kelly Kurt 04 May 2017

You and I think alike, Nosheen. That being said; you are a brilliant woman.: -)

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Nosheen Irfan 05 May 2017

Hahaha. That's great. Since we think alike, you r brilliant too: -)

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