Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Tales of fortune
none shall I have.
Peace and serenity
all sent to me.
Emotions, not many
tranquility reigns.
Hopes, endeavours
who knows what.
Lies in our mids`t
entrapped in a world
cold and grey.
Someday our future
unfold`s it`s truth.
Until that reckoning
carry on we must.
Back to our saviour
each one of us.
Just as we started
one small grain of dust.

Monday, 22 March 2010

Tangled

Sitting here, motionless,
gazing, no where.
Out at spaces, wide
beyond grey horizons
echoed by blue.
Thoughts, none
uncertainty prevails.
Will time allow
this notion of loss.
Maybe answers will
give reason of what
past life meant.
One day shall I find
my true self!