Silent Blogs

The Internet’s plagued
with many a weblog that…
has been neglected.

Midnight Craze

under a bright moon,
man uttered a voiceless thought
—Silence answered back.

tempus fugit

Time flees mortal hands,
rapidly slipping away;
just like grains of sand.

se escapa el tiempo,
como granos de arena
entre los dedos.

le temps s’envole
doucement entre les doigts
—sables du désert.

Portrait of wry remarks

Cynic is he who
laughs heartily, not with Life
but at her, instead.

rivulet of life.

just like paper-boats,
people wander off— adrift;
caught up in a stream.

February Twenty-ninth

Today I am here,
but tomorrow I am not.
…see you in four years!

once in a red moon…

Lo, the grand visage:
sheepish clouds run in a craze;
the moon is ablaze.

Endeavour of life.

A slip o’ green grows
struggling, amidst a patch of
dry, deserted land.

Airborne Thoughts

Eventide. Sun fell,
from zenith to nadir, but
Sun rises anew.

Moonlit Thoughts

The heavy gaze feasts,
rejoicing on the details;
lo, sublime moonlight!