Saturday, October 8, 2011

The thought

In my mind therein lies a thought.
The thought becomes a word
The word becomes a sentence
The sentence becomes a poem

I grab pen and paper to write down this poem
But as the pen touches the paper
The poem suddenly makes no sense

The thought...has lost its meaning
And so has my innocence

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Station ahead

It's been two years and change
Since i boarded this train
A sudden announcement
Awakens my Brain

Where are we? I ask
But there's no response
The people around me
Look so much like ghosts

What's the next station? I ask. 
Yet, still, no reply
I'm suddenly frightened
That it's all in my mind

Somebody answer me! Which...
"Attention all passengers. Station 0908 is next. We will be arriving shortly"