From nothing you came,
and nothing you will be
once again.

All your joys
all your pains
are nothing but pretensions.
They would never remain.

And you too like them
you too are a part of this game.
Weaved out of the same nothingness,
if you look at it
everything is just the same.



We meet again

Is to be with you
my only desire,
for I think of nothing
when I’m with you.

Through me you speak
through you I listen
but it isn’t really the words that count
they never do
it’s the silence that does.

And like everything it comes
like everything it goes
time changes
feelings, they disappear.

Yet, with you
every time we meet again
why is it
though changed
together we are just the same?