The ghastly black creature hovers in front of her, staring right into her soul,
Ripping those dark memories again, she is terrified of being unfold.
The memories from way back, when she barely knew right or wrong,
Those memories which have long been engraved in stone,
When happiness was as easy as stomping feet in the rain puddles,
And sadness was as simple as mom not making her favorite desserts.

Suddenly, the horrid monster does his black magic,
And in a blink of an eye she is in the past, seeming astonishingly legit,
It’s her beautiful home, which is supposed to be a blessing,
Yet she feels shackled and choking.
Her heart is racing at a lightning speed to understand what’s happening,
Why the caressing feels so filthy, so grudging.

Abruptly she opens her eyes, trembling yet relieved,
Contemplating how life would have been,
If the memories were as delusive as the ghostly creature in her dream.

My thoughts constantly oscillate,
Between what the past bestowed and what the future beholds,
I am reminded every now and then to live in the present,
But I fail miserably after few attempts.

It’s a force to reckon with, like an unruly storm,
Cannot be ceased, cannot be tamed,
It takes me to the beautiful mornings I couldn’t stop laughing,
And also, to the cruel nights I cried myself to sleep.

Even the shadow leaves as the sun sets,
And the darkness disappears as the dawn breaks,
But my stubborn untamed thoughts relentlessly reign,
Drifting in the endless whimsical boulevard of joy and pain.

My greatest companion and the worst adversary,
The reason for all my downfall and the victory,
Imparting immense wisdom time and again,
Yet culminating the craziness every now and then.

However, when the bitter-sweet relation rattles my sanity,
And I wholeheartedly question the reality,
I realize that my untamed thoughts are here to stay,
All I can do is embrace all that comes forth on the way.

It's unbelievable how calm a person screaming inside can look!
how complex the simplest things can become!
how physically painful the thoughts can be!
how easy the word depression can sound!

What if there is no someday,
no tomorrow, no future.
All we have is today, this very moment,
Wouldn't it make a huge difference?
All doubts, question, calculations will fade away.
All we have is today, this very moment.

Only if we could put our thought into actions,
no waiting for the right time to come,
Only if we could live it to the fullest,
No worries of tomorrow, which might not even come.

"Someday" is just an illusion, a mirage,
this very moment is "everything"