Tuesday, March 13, 2012


As time-sand flows through my hand  
I stand aloof smiling at fluid grain
slipping into eternity seemingly in vain 
I still keep wondering a reason for man

our course in the chaotic colloid 
neither you nor me sense the evolved 
serene semblance in it's outer side  
profound variance is always obscured

yet again I stand to theorize 
the prose and poetry of all conscience 
life eventually should always roll 
but yet i feel, is there control?

-- Syam Mallampalli           .