Friday, December 25, 2009

A Mirage

It was an impossible dream
Like reaching for the stars in the sky
I chased it like that elusive butterfly
I prayed to get it
I hoped to catch it some time
So that it could be forever mine
I was always so near
Yet it was so far
But I pursued it endlessly
For it was just too dear
It sometimes faded
And disappeared in the sky
And when I held it at last
It was just a mirage

Monday, December 14, 2009

Life in a nutshell.

I loved coffee.

I asked for tea.

What I got is a soft drink.

Well, that precisely is the story of my life.