On life and its vagaries

Quest Re

with 4 comments

There’s something mocking in this noon day glare

Something hard and callous……..

I stood shivering in its clutches-

Asking way,

And meeting blank precipices-


Dent less

(Some call them faces. Faces!

A face is an open spring day sky-



Something the like of pale dull marble

Isn’t a face…….

It’s demise!)

Who is to ask where I would go

Who is to point the way?


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  1. an intriguing verse…probably leaves me with more questions than answers…but that is not always a bad thing. smiles.


    August 17, 2010 at 4:42 pm

  2. Its nice of you to say so. I agree too, questions are what matters.



    August 17, 2010 at 7:52 pm

  3. NICE!!!!!!


    August 21, 2010 at 12:19 pm

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