Saturday, December 19, 2009

The Best Thing

Growing up one comes across
many who have accomplished quite a lot.
The feeling emerges that one must
try to emulate them in nature and deed.

But as one grows, only one conclusion
does come out naturally.
That the best thing is not to be like some great man,
but the best, one possibly can be.

Friday, December 18, 2009

The lady with the candle

The desolate wildnerness
of life stretching out for miles
Where I wandered completely lost,
defeated by Fate's guiles

Fierce winds chilled me to the bones
Blowing away even my inner warmth
On such cold lonely wintry nights
A candle in hand, she brought light

That shaky flame of the candle
which lit up her face serene
A cozy warmth then seeped inside
and thawed my frozen within

Not a penny did this beggar have,
No water to quench my own thirst
Yet enriched with affection for her
My heart overflowing with love burst

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The more experienced one becomes, the more difficult it becomes not to be decisive.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Eventually Hades

Every rose shall wither
Every fallen leaf fades

Everything that grows
Eventually goes to Hades