Today never came.

Some little part of yesterday and some little part of tommorrow makes our today. Sadly, we never live this day. For some reason, I could never figure it out myself. Why should all the good things on earth should have happened yesterday? So that all the good things could happen only tommorrow. What about today? Today, we have never yet lived! Remember all the good nostalgia about the past and some sweet memories. But they are gone. And yes, how about dreams. They are yet to come. For sure, I believe, today doesn't exist. Time keeps moving all the time. It takes the 'today' away from us. Our past can be stored as memories, in pictures and in our brain. This way, we can stop time, calm the clock. Even the future can be created. We even indulge in seasoned and lucid imaginations of the future. But the present walks past us all the time and hardly do we glance. Because, the present can't be whisked atop in glory. It can't be stored,preserved or stopped. It can be subjected to humiliation and sabotaged. One thing for certain,if things are to be done, now is the time. Today breaths down our neck....all of tommorrow and all of yesterday....

RUNNING AGAINST TIME

Time is an interesting concept. I have never understood it. Hence, I would like to demystify it for you. Seconds, minutes and hours settle well inside our wrist watch. Days, months and years rest hanging on the wall over a calender. But, we all forsee the future or harp back on the past. Sometime with fondness and sometimes with tears. Fear is usually left for the future;alongwith anxiety. But really, what is time? Does one ever feel that one is walking through the space of time while the seconds are ticking by! We don't want to loose time. But, we are all doing it now, then, always. I think, time represents something. It is against whom we are all fighting, competing, interacting, evolving. We never realise it. If it wasn't for time, we would all be hibernating. Remember Polar bears. They have a body clock. It tells them that its time to sleep. From this winter to the coming summer. We are not winning anything, taking anything, leaving anything, making anything, changing anything. Our contribution to this world is negligible as regards to the consequence of this universe. We are only the product of our time. Our journey begins and ends with time. As soon as we do something, our creation vanishes. Because, time will ensure that it sweeps on it it's feet of emptiness. The sand clock has already started when we are born. We will leave without it, when we are gone....