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?

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