Tuesday, May 23, 2006

THE INCOMPLETE

Razor sharp words that singe the heart
Turbulent thoughts that worry the soul
And the silence of the dead
That reeks of anguish…..

Like a whiff of fresh air spurring life in a jilted flower
An oasis of relief in a barren desert
Moonlight whispering to silvery shadows
Allaying the unprecedented fears

The petulant child
The confused Buddha
An interminable clown...
hmmmm My unfailing…. Yet distant dream…

1 comment:

mizarukikazaruiwazaru said...

hmmm.... so lady .. who is t buddha ??? and how distant is ur dream ?? ;) ;)