Sunday, October 04, 2009

Blogspeak

Credit goes to this post for inspiring these lines... In fact this was written in the comment box of that post ....


Another year passeth by
We grow older: you and I

I am wisened
When words are penned

Saddened when
The Muse is spent

My frame - tis what your pen depicts
My mood - tis what your mind predicts

Each day this uncertain subsistence
Is a celebration of your kind indulgence

In your own words, asks 'my dependence'
If you ever empathise with my existence?

2 comments:

Saee said...

Wow! I read it thrice. :)
Very beautiful. :)

austere said...

Liked the wizened/ saddened lines there, the feel of it...