Tuesday 20 September 2011

SINKING SANDS



Can vice and virtue be held in hand 

Can salt and pepper be so bland 

As Love and passion and visions grand 

Aren't they castles, made of sand ?

And into skin,bone and marrow, must we peel 

For, is reality really,  worth the feel ?

And deep beneath the formless fruit 

clusters of the seedless truth

Lie scattered in the pathless route 

As actions urged by reeking glands 

Cant be more than sinking sands 

Tell me dear Life  

must we still go, hand in hand ?

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