Tuesday, November 08, 2005

At a Long Long Train Station

Clock is ticking
Heart is beating
Lips are sipping last two drops

No decision
On division
Neither living as a corpse

Murky future
Shaky picture
Of the past and present days

Leaving darkness
Human sharkness
Looking for a stream of rays...

1 comment:

Shamsi said...

Why clock is so proud?
Why pulse is so loud?
Will there be an end for the lasting drop?

I’m leaving for better,
So, why should it matter?
Is there an excuse for the train to stop?

If I’ll get there
Will that be fair?
With who will I share stream of rays or grope?...