Sunday, February 01, 2009

airport haiku am not quite clear on the syntax of time slipping by, waiting like water clasping the outside of a cold glass of water. Physics dictates a metamorphosis but i now know that things happening dont mean change. I met someone who knew me once many years ago. I wonder what i looked like now, the shell is similar but the inside is strange and thoughtful and different. And most of all sadder and not wiser.

2 comments:

riya said...

still. and beautiful.

Shujoy said...

you met someone, who knew you once. and i hear, you met her a lot.