The Muse

There exists a universe where I'm known as Lima. You aren't allowed there.
There exists another universe in which Lima walks. You are already here.
You have entered because you can appreciate style while ignoring content. You had been warned.
P.S. Don't bash me up if you find haiku or plain prose here.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Inscription on the lit lamp

As a child, at the sky above
I often used to stare
But later times when I looked up
The stars just weren’t there
But their memory, it gives me strength
To belong with them I dare
If they welcome me, well and good
If they shun me, I don’t care