Monday, 28 January 2008

The Wait

As the lone shores
That wait for waves,
I wait for the turbulence of life.
The calmness of the waters,
The inadequacy of tidal waves,
The brooding silence of the sea
Drives me crazy.

Let the sea rise,
And unleash anger on the sands—
I care not for the consequences.

Just give me a break
from the monotonous quietitude.

As the quiet oyster
On the sea bed,
I wait for the grain of sand.

Thursday, 10 January 2008

Perplexity of the binary oppositions

Life and Death,
Good and Bad,
Moral and Profligate,
Can divisions be so easy
as using these words in sentences?
In the intimacy of thought and action,
Can they be separated as individual entities
Without overlapping?
Questions perplex me,
As they will everyone,
And the world goes to sleep
Without answers but pregnant with perplexities.