Saturday, February 23, 2008

Blurred Slumbers



so close to truth
yet so far..,
riding on a dream
that fell apart
in the shoes that
walked me to hell
a ray undefined
found me soul dead
in the dark oddness
an obtuse hope
woke me up
& I walked away
never looked back...

Friday, February 01, 2008

Water like


If words be water,
I would gather them
by my palms
drenched in rain
with folded arms
and then leave them
all, drop and then a drop
with due diligence
to let them find
their destined path
while I take pride
in their journey
that marked them
from the others
when I am done
with my treasure
all I have to do
is pray to those
heavenly skies
for a glorious shower
yet again
If words were water
would I want a river or rain?
If words were water
there never would
be silence again
If words were water,
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