Sunday, November 22, 2009


Endless thoughts and scores of memories
Ghosts of past that live on subtle ecstasies.
No Vendetta that I claim,
No human err that I blame.
Wind blows past me face,
I linger on to my old place.
To life's journey i keep on romancing,
As me earthly soul yearns for cleansing.
Risks come with pleasures,
Ignorance avoids warnings.
As through the night I sail,
Into a bright new morning.