Random Thoughts..

1. Futile Pursuits

(First thought when a friend said, that she is gonna live in with her boy friend) 

Ants marching in 
A vain search of 
A lost dreg of
A molten cube in
An empty cup of 
A dreadful coffee.


2. What The Mirror Conveyed

With a scope tilted inward
There is nothing elegant I could see,
But for the rotten innards of
A decaying soul and 
Burned out embers of those
Long dead virtues.