decadence
the decade ends
and decade hence
thoughts of decadence
what teenage hopes will i shelved
will life have ebbed
will the spirit survive
when I'm forty five?
what rot may creep
darkness descend
relationships to mend
when the next decade ends?
1999
a lifetime away
who was that person
what did he want
memory is hazy
and my brain is lazy
what memories will linger
to count on one's fingers
the past is a blur
the moment all I treasure
what ambitions will die
like fog in the night
vapours that linger
yet slip through my fingers
the montage is gripping
the pain is slipping
the sun shines through clouds
over, and out.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Posted by sandeep at Thursday, December 31, 2009
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2 comments:
I miss the word play man, as I miss the thought trips and so many of your sensibilities.
And I guess I will remain your fan forever.
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