Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Will you tell me?

How long can one be immersed in the air of uncertainty and not suffocate
Or swim in the ocean of gigantic sharks’ territory and not be alarmed for a second
How long can a ballerina with twisted ankle pirouette and not fall
Or perhaps an egret trying to be a swan it will never be

What if the ceramic bowls could shout and scream
To tell you that they were for meal
When you put them astray and only left-over
Why would you have them in the first place?

Of bitter-gourd and shepherd pie
The journey goes with residence time
Yet there is a faith prove of more worth than gold
and i say You are my portion.



Do you believe if i tell you..i was in stress mode while taking this pic?? Lol i guess it doesn't show eh