C'est La Vie?

What?How? Why? may I wonder,

For curiosity's sake,

Or shall I keep on being a bystander

With myownself at stake?

Tell me,let me know

Help me your answer see

Or is it just a 'C'est la vie'?

FRAGILE

The budding little  tree I planted in the sand

In whom lay my trust,that the hot and cold days it'd stand

Withered,got eroded at midnight

For a gleam of a torchlight,a drizzle of rain;

Leaving no traces in hindsight.

Dream Deferred

A dream deferred is a dream lost
Into the oblivions of its host;
It's like a flash of lightening,ultrafast
Strong enough to break into your bone
But roars in vain,until long after 'tis gone;
It's like a rotten egg,giving no chicken
Nor a delicious meal at breakfast
But only distracting the link
Betwixt your future and your past.



[Response to Hughes' ''What Happens to a Dream Deferred? "]