Wednesday, June 4, 2008


Were the good days old?
Were the old days good?
The mime of the present is staged
to the music of nostalgia.

Suddenly we hear silence
people come out of the still frames;
pages from the book we read
turn into little boats, trying hard
to float in the puddle (of life).

Rain against the window knocks
as a distant memory earnestly invites
To come out and get drenched.