Poetry

Met an old manon deathbed. He smiled with grace, and said with conviction. "Time is the only currency - Love is the only worthy pursuit." I never forgot, I never understood, until this day. Now,the golden silver cloudsare all gone. Sun, is shining bright. Alas! too late for me!! Maybe not of you.

In the beginning - I was a white paper, majestic, white and pleasing. I was filled with ink of multitudes of colors,crushed between two hot sheets.My whole body was burning, like in a hot coal fire -but without any smog or soot. Then, I was looked uponexamined by disappointed eyes, Crumbled, fumbled and tumbled. Then, I flew…

I don't like polling, I don't like waiting, Give me an event! Polling is boring, Waiting is wasting, event - act now! Swarm, Swim, break the dam - The Salmon must flow!