Now is nothing
And everything!
moments which are never there
even while they are happening,
though in all their hastens they are also staying
eternal,
smudged like an aftertaste of some feeling
on the tongue of time,
like a yarn
that continues tying through the tips of present
to the weave of memories,
like some after taste,
like a taste that is nothing but an after taste,
like everything
that is nothing but an after taste.
