Friday, October 15, 2010

An Epigram

Well this is not my writing for a change. But a really moving poem that I recently came across:

‎"I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art;
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life
It sinks, and I am ready to depart."
- Landor

Monday, October 11, 2010


I no longer know who I am
from being someone I knew

I have lost myself
In the foresaken abyss that life and love have become

What I search here is myself
What I find here is nothing
What I wish to find here is love again

Friday, October 1, 2010

i watch the sand glass cry
the sands of time fall, so shy
counting down the time, till my eyes dry