Flash

Wandering alone, along the dusty road

Late hours, humming a dusky song..


        Routine thoughts, colorless life

        I feel a deja-vu every night...


Deadlines, chores, toil & drill, all on my mind

Scent of a woman, a reminiscent of a beautiful past..


        A life worth living - a prophetic lie

        Still, slogging, selling, killing - an unpredictable present...



A Flash:


Wisdom, when do you strike??