My Yesterdays Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

The past has a way of letting us think only of the good times we have had, mostly we forget the bad times. Our present is full of anxieties, thoughts, things we must take care of now - no one really wants to think of those things, and the future may be more of the same, so we'd prefer not to dwell on it either. Very well written, Dinesh! Thank you for sharing your thoughts - I think along a lot of the same lines also. RoseAnn

Sir had to read the poem twice to understand the intricate meaning...very beautifully penned about past present and future.....the concluding lines are very captivating

present is ephemeral, future is to wait...weary one..past give the panorama, we look behind into the past to correct...our action is the present and it is with the individual doing and proceeding ahead unto the future.. I think not sure poet want to be wrapped in the memory of past as present we are seeing the deteriorating in each step, poet dont want to think about future as it is going to be more worse, Between yourselves and myself A sea is now surreptitiously raging. Its waves are dividing the shores But I know where to drown When you swim safe to a hopeless tomorrow My life is a lot to my yesterdays.... thanks for philo poem Dinesh 10

Here the desires to adhere to it's past clinging to live with the earlier pleasant memories. And It does not prefer to endeavor the present and future's risks. And that has been said in I search not for a chamber of my trapped tomorrow ... well in deed

A little plant can flower only if its roots are spread in soil deep; so is the present flowers only with essence from the past. So also fruits for the future can grow only on twigs if it.

I was keen to explore your yesterdays hoping them to be a bundle of joy factors. Surprisingly, they are yet the way you have tapped the readers hearts with mastery in presenting the poem is splendid dear Sir. I also wonder, if it is an exhortation to the present generation that deforestation taps us around the walls/ or a sympathy for extinction of sparrows. I would say it is blend of all Sir. | Delete this message

what a wonderful nostalgic write. nice imagery and the flow of the poem was like the wind in air. nice write.

Running back and forth in the corridors of time We miss the beauty of the present moment Watching the receding waves across the brine We see not the birth of new, but get lost in the lament........ Good poem Sir but life is a prism of too many bright colours too.......

An excellent poem where you wanted to remain in the past, which was at least known to you irrespective of pleasures or grief they were known and experienced. But who knows about the days to come. So uncertain and so unpredictable! ! loved it.

'But I prefer to live in the past which never wanted to become present' We are in the present even if present may not be as we wanted.Excellently written last stanza. Even if life means a 'lot to my yesterdays' it has moved ahead and shall move into uncertain future despite wishes to the contrary.