Monday, March 5, 2012

Bus-stops on a strange loop.

If you knew it all,
the ultimate fate of those around you,
would you try to change it?
would you accept it?
would you warn them?
Would you want to know?

Like at bus-stops on a strange loop,
Will you wait by?
To things to come by and be,
When you know where the road ends?
When you know when the curtains shall fall?

Saturday, March 3, 2012

In life,
Etched, is a soul's work of art.
As in every poet and his muse,
You truly are,
The muse of my soul.