Thursday, February 26, 2009
I am the day's wasted sunset
I am the kingdom's fallen king
I am the bird's broken wing
I am the dreamer's forgotten dream
I am the long winding road's dead end
I am the beggar's spilt milk
I am the boat's frozen lake
I am the fest's deserted cafe
I am the soul's emptiness
I am the lasting hope's despair
I am the journey's missing step
I am the freedom's final slave
I am the champion's final defeat
But still.. I go on like I am everything!
Indomitable spirit or just another loser who doesn't know?
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
In an abode of white purity
Dwelled the supreme creator;
Earnest in his next creation - the earth
With strokes of easy thought,
And abyssal imagination he drew
the first mountains and the first plains;
He spew the fires and rains,
thus formed the rivers and drains
Adorned he his pet creation
with a myriad of flowers and
crests of trees all over.
Semblance to heaven unmistaken,
For His brush was old
and the paint was white.
As an angel took aflight,
Fell his feather on His sight;
With this plume on His right,
He split the milky light.
Plumages of seven shades bright,
Emerged from this strifeful fight
And He painted his new child
with colours violet through red.
Dropped a silent hint,
whenever the sun and the rain
met unattended that showed!