Living in Yesterday

This is something which I truly faced in the past. Penning this down got me pain, but also relived my mind off it. These poems are special to me, and they help me have a conversation that I can't have

Alien is my mind

Which keeps going on rewind

Keeps the today away

And tomorrow even further at bay

Yesterday is over

That's what I hear over and over

But still my mind goes to the past

The new times always lose and come in last

Be thankful for today I always preach

But I myself don't practice what I preach

In the end losing everybody I love

And that makes my life rough

Reviews

[Shashank]

The conflicts between the yesterdays and tomorrows are the main symptom found in all the weak. It is true that one has to be aware of the future and has to evaluate the past, but having said that, if only that becomes the business forgetting some thing precious what every one has got, then the life becomes insipid. So lets first look into the precious thing what all of us has got.. lets look into the PRESENT, and make every second our lives count....

[Loner]

A very nice poem.

[Poeticpiers]

The past is only history
the future may not come to be
We only have the here and now
that is all fate will allow.
So live each day to the full
remember life is wonderful

[slayerjay]

Yesterday is over, beneath my reach
Matter not whether I beg or preach
For the harsh world is too real to my heart
I'm living in the end even before the start
I wander upon the lost and damned
I feed upon regret, emotions all crammed
I am powerless, a slave to time
I am weak in this world of mine
Logic and reason are beyond the soul
Torn apart in thought I formed a hole
Hope is like a stone crashing on water
Skimming through thoughts of pain and slaughter
I walk on the edge of my world
mine direction changing as it twirled
I do realize that it is not a flaw
To think of the past, it is raw
raw like we humans were since dawn
Will we not remain so subtle till we are gone...

[Jeff]

Getting it out is always good. Taking steps forward is the most difficult because of the unknown, especially when the past looks so bright.