Sunday, April 29, 2007


Time to wake up and make a move
This life never lets me get into the groove

Nothing ever remains the same
Everything seems to be part of a bigger game

I reach out for something I think I see
But seldom is it where I thought it would be

Sometimes I try to think of being brave
But I stand to lose something I already have

Will I ever get to sit and stare?
Will I ever catch something when it's there?

All I want is this carousel to recede
And a miracle to save me from the stampede.

[8:30 pm,
24th August,2004.]

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

nice and crisp poem... kartheek