Sunday, November 9, 2008

Fragments - I


Observing without,
some fragments within,
Speaking aloud,
an innocuous sin.

Through the window,
A mother and child,
rather young, widow,
she looked and smiled.

Sorrow rife,
On her face,
In her hands, her life,
Yet an empty space.

Across the Street,
A friendly row,
As friends meet,
A little show.

Down the road,
Inside the church,
truth being told,
to those in search.

-- to be continued....

"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." — Albert Einstein

4 comments:

  1. "We have been traveling for so long
    We don't know where we live."
    -Henrik Nordbrandt

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  2. The 'where' and 'when' pale before the 'how'...

    All the best for the exams...

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  3. I agree. Thanks and good luck to you too!

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