Friday, November 25, 2011

a passing thought

Of what purpose are the name and fame?
when  life is just a briefly played game
the mundane realities one can’t disclaim
someday the inevitable death shall proclaim
what remains then for one to acclaim?

Thursday, November 17, 2011

rains & sins

Sunny, moments ago
Heaven has opened up
all so suddenly
and pours down in showers
drenches me to my skin

May it cleanse
all the sins in me

If only sins could be washed