Friday, March 6, 2009

I SEE YOU

I see you there
nude and bare
waiting for time
under the laden sky
As the pensive breeze trudges by


I see you there
stand and stare
at the unmindful future
with wistful eyes
As shameless time passes by


I see you there
beg and blare
asking for survival
with folded hands and lachrymose eyes
As another hope steers by

Many year later...

I see you there
with wrinkled eyes and golden hair
Amidst dry hopes and doleful breeze
sinful time, still wary, fly high
As a sparing life wobbles by

1 comment:

still thinking !!! said...

How could you write such stuff even with that cold in your nose?