Now Poem by Anuradha Goswami

How beautiful it is
Here this moment
When I don't have to care;
Bare on my being
No worries or insecurities,
Sewn between vulnerabilities.
How silent is this moment
Now....

All we need to live in
All that we ever have to call ours.
Away from a ghosted existence,
Haunts of which we call a past:
Of memories that fail to last.

Long into the nights when comes
The apparition of a mirage.
Of silhouetted maybes
Trailing on a laugh;
And how we like kids in love
Foolishly believe everything we don't see
And call it ours.