Thursday, August 16, 2007

ashwin's poem for this week

Beginning of the end


I hear, I see, I listen and I watch,

As we oscillate into a fiction-less time warp,

The shape shifting hues in my rear-view;

This minute hand lurches to a full stop.


Never believe in the truth, they say,

It’s the beginning of the end today,

I realize it isn’t too late to realize

Life is but an object that fails to gravitate.

2 comments:

dayglocrazie said...

Who Knows?

They don't,
neither do you,
nor do i.

the truth exists-

independently,

mutually exclusive
of our existence-

or maybe not.

its not too late,

but;

maybe there isn't enough time.

who knows?

i don't,
neither do you,
nor do they.

elf_asura said...

that "gravitate" sounds too forced!