"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

slips away, slipped away, the pages she had meant to write.
into the depths of her mind, the ink resides.
she's forgotten when and she's forgotten where,
the drawer where her book and pen lie.

countless the times she tried to write.
to look through the glass window to find her soul.
she cannot remember though she tries, at least not all, she guesses.
what's gone is gone, those fleeting thoughts!
that irritatingly slippery concepts which refused another moment.

time is a scary thief, for what it steals you can never retrieve.
one can cheat death, tempt fate, or climb a tower
but one can't go on, move back or replay hours

and hence human learnt what sadness is
what one can't control and yet one can lose
the tears of human, a drop or two?
shed for all times and for old.

sheds but till one's heart is dead.
cold and alive, yet still and dead.

cold and alive, yet still and dead.