Wednesday, April 13, 2016


From the shallow seams of memory
We scribble down random thoughts
But the deeper we dig into despair
Then a much richer ore is the reward.
But no script of immortality will result
One day all of it will be hieroglyphics
Our accounts unfolded within a cipher
That time will take and blow into curiosity
But never no more a living memory
For our words are powerful only;
While they can be still read