If not Now

You are not thankful now

In retrospect- time travelling in earnest

Future coalesces and the tautness of being pulled backwards

It’s a fate of empty promises and unhindered apathy

Incessant words overflowing to drown and obliterate reason

When now is not beautiful, the pull is excruciating

Every dawn listens to the ungrateful speeches 

Beauty of being shape shifts with demonic intensity

Touch becomes a curse and memories become serrated

Features do not reflect modesty anymore

Indelible marks of insanity debilitate the mind

It may be a less pressing issue for unaware existence

Finally, every disguise is blown away

Nakedness feels the wrath of Nature’s elements

Now will be repeated and the past will be the future©