April 20th 2010
sifting through the aisle,
its not about the dead or living..
Fighting for the survival,
Whose world is it? Them or Us..
Stripped of all the worldly comforts,
Fight or survive, choice is tough..
To kill or to transform,
Whats the best way to conform..
Lets reconcile,
Bury the differences,
Forget and forgive,
Work together,
For a common good..
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
:This and That:
April 20th 2010
Roaming here n there,
To find a place of abode
For body as well as for the soul..
Unclear thoughts in transition,
Some inhibitions to be addressed,
A little courage in the conduct..
Strange are the vagaries of life,
Life is a this and Life is a that,
Dont know it expects what..
Sure is nothing but one,
That playing it should be fun,
Or whats the point in being NONE.
Roaming here n there,
To find a place of abode
For body as well as for the soul..
Unclear thoughts in transition,
Some inhibitions to be addressed,
A little courage in the conduct..
Strange are the vagaries of life,
Life is a this and Life is a that,
Dont know it expects what..
Sure is nothing but one,
That playing it should be fun,
Or whats the point in being NONE.
:Traffic Sig(h)n:
April 20th 2010
Traffic...
Moving through the maze of honking bonkers,
I feel i am surrounded by bunch of mischief mongers..
A small vehiche here and a big one there,
Interlocking like a grid of trampling maze..
Following a imaginary line,
line which vanishes as if unproven & unseen..
Smartest culprits are the bike riders,
Driving as if they are (K)Knight gliders..
In all these mess,
I m the one who is left unimpressed!..
Traffic...
Moving through the maze of honking bonkers,
I feel i am surrounded by bunch of mischief mongers..
A small vehiche here and a big one there,
Interlocking like a grid of trampling maze..
Following a imaginary line,
line which vanishes as if unproven & unseen..
Smartest culprits are the bike riders,
Driving as if they are (K)Knight gliders..
In all these mess,
I m the one who is left unimpressed!..
