Cry

30/05/2005 - posted on aparna Mudi

Moments pass as if they are dreams,
And I wake up to find they are gone for sure,
For dreams I cannot hold on to,
Although those moments stand true.

What crazy schemes of smiles,
That I may have smiled later,
And they never came to rest on my lips,
For it’s a tomorrow that shall never rise.

Marijuana dreams,
Fleeting ecstasy of lives lived in the past,
Blinded by the white light,
Or by lightening perchance.

I reach out for the fine china,
Holding the final nirvana ...
Like everything else it lays, 

Shattered by mere touch,
I am going to die anyway.