here's my poem...

[everythingfaded]

Dreaming of a past
long forgotten.
Searching for the future,
that never existed.
Too preoccupied with thyself
to notice the bigger things,
to notice the present.
A meaningless string of words,
pouring out of your mouth
lips moving incessantly
curled with hatred, and ignorance.
The useless acts,
the too-high ambitions,
(the circles we make)
with no reward.
Lies built on lies,
truth nowhere in sight.
The merry-go-around of our existence.
The heart dies without a fight.

Does the wind tell secrets to the trees,
are they written on the colored leaves
do the stars hold the future
do words bear any meaning,
if you were to tell me of things I ought not to know,
would I even believe what you had to say?
have not your lips to betray
the the look in your eyes?
the very intention of your ways.
the mere existence of love,
is it not built on falsified hopes and dreams,
written on the sand,
only to be washed away by the water?
Maybe,
just maybe,
there is more to this than we know
more to the purpose of life than we can possibly conceive.
A greater meaning, a greater dream,
The flame that lights the candle.

Copyright ©2006 Shelly Oberoi