Adam and Eve

We look out of the window pane
Hear the muffled roar
Of the patient monster waiting outside
To snap us up in its jaws.
The tick of clock behind us
Like the raindrops of time
Corroding their ruthless way
Through the furrows of our faces.
I hold you tight in my ropy arms
Your soft skin breaks up into dust,
You clamp your lips hard on mine
But mine are parched like desert sand.
And we cry without water
And we scream with our smiles
And though God is winning again
Paradise was ours for a while again.


I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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