“It is hard to be sure of anything among so many marvels. The world is all grown strange...How shall a man judge what to do in such times?'
How shall I judge what to do in such times?
Floating clouds resembling things
Feeling of fragrance springs
Activating a dormant space
Like receiving a faint signal
I remember with love and ache
From a lost satellite
today
Peeping in to the yesteryears
A sudden throbbing I fear
Scores of things that gone by
On pinning down each evening
Carefree days beside you
Is all that I yen for
today
My hands grew so big
Yours shriveled down a bit
We both are aging apart
Pieces of old puzzle play
Unfolding slowly each day
But nothing makes sense
today
Many things to confirm
No reference for the same
Of all the roads I have gone
Each needs you by my side
Never admitting this aloud
As it may hurt our pride
today
What difference
I say yes or no
Bittersweet answer
'Yes' makes sense
'No' is better
Both are true
today
