By Megha Das
Life’s an attempted forgery.
There’s this moment
when you’re just there.
There’s no then and no when.
You just know the present, tensed.
Past the untold sorrow of an undercover tomorrow.
No forever and hence.
Beyond a false sense
of carefree control. No consuming rigmarole.
Here and now
is when you’re free.
Is it all momentary?
Life’s an attempted forgery.
By Megha Das
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