SIKHLIFE: March 2008


Thursday, March 13, 2008

Flower petals sailin' on waves
fickle,fresh,flowing - without ways.

i breathe deep watching flute of youth played,
petal sinks - trumpetting carvan withdraws to shade.

A flower petal salin' on waves
dry, dead, demarked by wrinkles - breaks.

(Eternal tale of youth to senility
Ode to marvel of life - i pay.)

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Is it true!
that all i see is fluke
a joke cosmic,
a tree without a root... . .

(captured moments of doubt,
nihist in me blaring loud)