fading from the canvas

lean, dry and weak,
i'm facing the inevitable answers of long haunting fleshy riddiles.

i regret now,
on the face of this dark canvas,
slowly dimmimg down
as my weak physique no more attracts birds or flowers

blame time which makes us take all the roles,
of an idealist,
of an optimist,
of a philosopher,

and at last, a loser.


things i always booed at,are defeating me.

left alone

left alone, originally uploaded by melbin12b.

loneliness is hypocracy..
we feel we r leftt alone ..
just bcz we wanna b in the shadow of the deep sorrow of bieng left alone..

at least thts right with me..
i am not at all alone..
but i always lament that i am alone..

My Desolation

like a common evening brown,

i try hiding in the dry leaves of sleeping memories in the back court yard.

careful not to disturb them..

vigilant to be drab like them..

so that i no more exist.

my desolation is now complete.