Friday, January 21, 2011

Marooned…in the horizon a ship sets sail…
Marooned…
A broken compass. A watch that doesn’t tell time.
Marooned…
an ocean ahead yet no water to quench my thirst.
A stale sandwich.
A pen without ink.
Marooned… a rescue boat but no one to be rescued…
Ah! The irony called life…
Give your best performance. Hear the applause.
The curtain falls. Take a bow…
Ah! The joy called life…

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