INFINITE SERIES OF NOWS

Can a deserted soul, strip his hurt, but love till eternity?

By conquering desire, reach the land of immortality?

Yes his care lives in the present,

But is born from the past,

Has no future to fulfill, no reason to be aghast

Yet he can cast his dream every second, in a stage that is vast.




But he cannot live the virtual play and earn his bows

And won’t decide the future (script) of the girl that he loves.

Impossible, 'MAN AIN'T,THAT SACRED!',

But I’m one among the doves.

I am today’s dream that flies forgetting the un-kept vows

And lives in hope, for eternity is an infinite series of nows.


- Sushil dev