LOST IN THE POINTLESS

Seasons have changed

Time has gone by

Words have rotten

The heart has become stale

Lost in the pointless 

My empty soul!

PARENCHYMA

Empty forms; empty shapes

Filling up to make up space

Inert in thought

Perception and action

Existence lost to the without

Within left in delusion

Vegetating in ignorant bliss!  

Oh!  This torpid Parenchyma!

EMPTY VICTORY

Another Victory flag on the mast of life! 

Pointlessly waving by the ocean of changes

Still craving and clinging, to the deck of foolish conceit

My empty hull still ,pitches and rolls!