Saturday, May 23, 2009

More Haiku

I keep my finger
On the tab of my future;
It kills my present.

The nature of lust;
Its inconceivable guile
Aids evolution!

I see your visage
Blurred to infinity when
Your comfort I seek.

Pursuing lost chance
Is like looking for ice while
Treading on hot coal.

P.S. I don't even know why I wrote the last one.

1 comment:

sanjay said...

Coz the last one's the one that is eating the living hell out of every person who had to wipe his/her ass off with the "ice" and start "treading on hot coal" which I'd call as an act of cowardice!!!