25 July 2009
9:05am...
SILENCE.... is an uneasy, dead noise.
A voice wanting to be heard...
I breathe in, I breathe out
I breathe in, I breathe out...
Am I alwaz wrong
to think...
The beggar on the street
The laughter of the rich...
They'll never
box me in...
At the burning noon
At each small glimpse of the sun...
Imperfections
What is an imperfection...
You can't tell me you don't want
creamer in your coffee...
Everyone's low-
head hung high...
what is life? (haiku)
multitude events...
The women cry through day and night,
they bathe in sundry tears...