Monday, September 10, 2012


We look back
We peek ahead
We strain our neck standing where we are.

We want to cover our tracks
We want a red carpet rolled out
While we stand on the quicksand of today.

We want one eye at the back of our head,
While the two in front gaze far ahead,
Not bothered with where we tread.

The ghosts of the past haunt us,
The uncertainties of the future taunt us,
But our biggest punishment is, we must live in the present.