Sunday, January 1, 2012

TOMORROW...


What is that-
that which is tomorrow?

A hope for a new day?
Or a new day of hope?
A change in the making?
Or making new change?

That which is tomorrow-
Is it a blossoming dream?
Or a dream still a dream-
within a mind fast asleep?

Is it a life in progress?
Or a search for a life?
A beginning? An end?
Or a means to them both?

That which is tomorrow-
Is still but- tomorrow;
An uncertain truth
Or a certain untruth

A mirage, nevertheless-
A wonderful sight
It is, but not-
That which is tomorrow...

8 comments:

  1. Day after today »» tomorrow ,
    Haha,,,
    Nice one from you

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  2. Tomorrow is nothing i think as it never comes .. as u say the uncertain truth .. so y worry of that when we have TODAY

    Bikram's

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  3. Wishing you, your family and the cats a Happy New Year, first!

    Today is tomorrow's yesterday,
    And tomorrow, the day after's;
    Smile at your present,
    While you ponder the truth.

    Have a great year ahead.

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  4. You say tomorrow is ' ascertain truth '; so be it; I read somewhere,
    long ago, that you can never define 'Now ', except by saying that ' now '
    is the future of the past and the past of the future; ultimately every such discussion turns out to be mere tautology; sometimes intellectually
    titillating and provoking--pleasantly ? Your oxymoronic expressions
    add literary value, to your write-up;; I enjoyed reading your out-poring ‘
    on the first day the New Year Wishing you Good-Luck…

    Mawley

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  5. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow,
    You’re always a day away!



    Read that somewhere.
    I think, tomorrow is what we make of it.
    Of course there has to be some other element controlling it too, but nature gives us a fair deal, doesn't it.

    Nice read,

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  6. Tomorrow is a hope :)
    Nicely written.

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  7. Why your posts are all gone? I am able to Se only one.Is it only with me?

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  8. Very beautiful poem Matangi.

    The mystery eludes us...

    -Srividya

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