Thursday, December 4, 2008

Fragments - II

Walking through the park,
Cold winds my plight,
Stopping for sunlight.

Doing my homework,
Thinking who was right,
yet enjoying the fight.

Standing on the roof,
darkness in spite,
lost in thought, all night.

At the diner,
My hands despite,
the fork on the right.

Cheering my team,
with all my might,
defeat in sight.

At the funeral,
Flames, red, bright,
A tear, down my right.

In the tube,
Up, to alight,
To a standers delight.

--to be continued...

"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." - A. Einstein