Monday, February 18, 2008


scorn lies not..
in the greed imbued forlorn look..
mallice takes a new place , a new meaning..
these are but emotions..
banal and deprecating..

i hear a knock..
at the door..
could it be the much awaited happiness ?
maybe not..

hope as greed remains..
an infestation..

the knock persists..
and against will, wishful thinking persists..

'tis indeed happiness at my door..
alas she has the wrong address..


1 comment:

Kirsten said...

I've often though happiness has had the wrong address too, but maybe it is I who has refused to open the door.