Even before I was born,
There was light and darkness,
The Sun was there;
So was the Moon...
And they were like friends,
Playing hide and seek,
Across the evenly spread vaccum
-The Milky Way;
All day long, years after years
They played hide 'n seek;
When I was left on the crib,
They were there,
By my side,
Like friends forever...
Then I grew,
Like the trees that grow,
Vegetable growth...
Across the landscape,
Across the equator and the meridians old;
Friends are they,
'Forever young'
'Forever old'
Playing games,
Forever...
Monday, September 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Glory or ...?
It was a day
With rain and thunder filled,
And a man
Was crossing a bridge
-worn out;
The frogs croaked
Seeing the sky dark,
And the man
Was hurrying home
-tired;
The road was long
Kissing the horizon far,
And the man
Was running behind time
-Alas!
Sea god saw him,
Rain god thought-
How a battle like this so hopelessly fought?
Nature and Time,
The two pronged sword,
Could with the vengeance strike?
Or upturn the board?
The man had little knowledge
Of what awaited him...
Will it be glory?
Will it be doom?
Ran he fast
As fast he could,
Too eager to see
His lady's shroud;
At last he reached
The door he knew,
Knocked and thumped
But no answers flew;
Water dripped on
The floor with moss,
His lady slept
-no shiver or toss!
With rain and thunder filled,
And a man
Was crossing a bridge
-worn out;
The frogs croaked
Seeing the sky dark,
And the man
Was hurrying home
-tired;
The road was long
Kissing the horizon far,
And the man
Was running behind time
-Alas!
Sea god saw him,
Rain god thought-
How a battle like this so hopelessly fought?
Nature and Time,
The two pronged sword,
Could with the vengeance strike?
Or upturn the board?
The man had little knowledge
Of what awaited him...
Will it be glory?
Will it be doom?
Ran he fast
As fast he could,
Too eager to see
His lady's shroud;
At last he reached
The door he knew,
Knocked and thumped
But no answers flew;
Water dripped on
The floor with moss,
His lady slept
-no shiver or toss!
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