The Past Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

When I mumbled to myself
about being humbled
by the weight of my desires
I tumbled down to the
recesses of my immediate past.

Not long ago tranquillity
grazed me and I felt
grace enveloping me.
It may have been transient
but was soothing nevertheless

The past never get erased
And it never should
as it is a repository of
one's being to which one
can look back and reflect.

May be to learn from the past
that I tumbled down
so that burgeoning worries
of present are dwindled
And I settle down to present

A past will be there always
When the present ages
it becomes the past
And then the past too ages
But the present is ever young.

If I could hold to this youth
continually if not continuously
I could be alive and kicking.
Let the past be present
in the mind's present.

And then the awareness can
dawn that present matters
Presence in the present matters
Never be past the past
Let it be contiguous.