Friday, March 12, 2010

Tabula rasa

I am reading something strange today
I am reading from my memories
There is an obvious writing on the wall
to which I am oblivious to
as I drift with these winds of time.
A table with four friends
comes to my mind.
The chairs around, are thrown haphazard
from meetings gone awry
and on that table, we are talking
about a world that was going to crack up
and how, we should do the right thing.
We are plotting our greasy strategies
for successes in life,
while biting into a sandwich from both ends
and with sauce dripping like blood.
All the while
there is an eerie watch from an owl
perched on the next table
that lost its youth to these moments.
We defy his night vigil
and continue to gobble up the circumstance
with a squeaky laughter
as dark shadows dance on our faces
and an unsure fate tries to choose.


Anonymous said...

I thought it was a good poem =)

Feel free to go ahead and follow my blog and ill follow yours.

Musings of a wanderer said...

@ Phenominal-Kel

Thanks for your reading.