Time already spent
On the universe
Antecedent only purpose
Can be traced for value
Clubbed together called
Experience
Comes in handy if used with sense
Let it remain
As a cluster
Fills the void called ignorance
Filter and balance it
It merges the subconscious with
The field from which we pick our daily  drill
Becomes a poison
If permanently retained
Biggest casuality the Present
Will go unnoticed can't be regained
Mixes with thoughts and feelings
Colored vision at everything
Anger and frustration integrated
Like the remains of a fortress
That used to be a fortress
Even nostalgia which brings with it
Only the pleasant of the past
Wanting us to relive it
Unable to forget it
Is a path that the mind travels fast
A small trigger enough
Like the bullet out of a barrel
Towards its target
Nostalgia too is an obstacle
For being in the present
Let it remain in the sub conscious
Recline  on that as an intermission
Past is Poison
If the filter is broken
Lessons to learnt
Is why that happened
Lessons missed because the teacher was not equipped
Does not make the subject invalid
Throw the book Learn the lesson Store the crux
Forget the teacher Move on to the next
Repeat the process