Tuesday, July 19, 2011


is what they all strive for
So what am I
supposed to do
when all my words
seem meaningless to you?

What if my clouds
resemble death
when they were meant to bring life?

Will you search for me
in every line?
Or must I be lost
as you so desperately search
the corners of my life
for meaning?


Abin Chakraborty said...

intriguing questions.loved the punch in the last stanza.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Excellently composed!

Anna :o]