Live Each Moment As If It Was The Last

Ninety years of life, ninety years of sigh

Apprehension, depression,

Life rushed for that perpetual bliss

Always futuristic

As if the magic of Now was a mirage!

Ah, what waste! What loss!

All you would have needed were seconds

Nine seconds in every nine seconds

To watch Akorinos dancing bare feet

See them sweating, beating drums

Or watch the earnest face of a child

At Aga Khan Walk learning skating

Or keep your eyes open to life’s humours

When sorrow befalls you

Let that moment occupy your heart

Cry, feel that pain, experience it

If you are keen enough

Out of sorrows and man’s darkest hours

Were man’s dawn of morning birthed

I watched somewhere

You trick your heart when sad

You tell it, “All is well”

You repeat it

Thinking back, I say those words

They are my mantra

The taste of life gets bland

Soon when we dream of a magical garden

When at our doorstep is a rose;

We dream of amassing esoteric knowledge

Yet we never ask why we can’t sambaza phone battery power;

We dream of houses and cars

Yet our hearts are decrepit shacks

Lacking in the essence of Truth;

We postpone our lives till everything is ‘perfect’

Yet fail to realize the imperfections of today

Make life worth living

So, let the Wheel of Time spin,

I will catch all its pleasures and sadness

I will live each moment as if it were my last

I will not rush anything, I will not be afraid of living

I have realized the magic of Now.