MISTS

MISTS...
(For Self......)

......Dusty,
......Smoky,
or just containing
pure droplets
of hydrogen oxide......

Yes,there are many kinds
of tangible mists.

And they often lift off
to unveil the cozy fireball
with the clear blue skies above.

I watch and wonder,
as to when
the intangible mists......
of the past,
with the seemingly lost ghosts therein
and......
of the future,
pregnant with the seeds
of an unborn tomorrow
will clear up
to unwrap the 'future of the past';
......the present moment......
......the only moment where I exist.

Do you...also feel like that...sometimes?

~ Shekhar ~

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