22 Mar 2014

and...

Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 7:03pm


just as swiftly
as a fleeting thought
just as quietly
as a soothing dream
just as effortlessly
as the eyes blink
just as easily
as a kite undone
just as pompously
as a spartan feast
just as choicelessly
as you were born
just as pointlessly
as you had lived

and…
just like that
as a whiff of cold
on a barren dusk
you will die

22 Mar 2014

Untrampled

Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 7:01pm


winters many have passed
sunny summers, as many, too
and then these rains, so fierce

languished to the bone, she thought:

where will i go, but
when, on the sands of time,
every grain, needle-sharp, wants to pierce