Works of RK

Have you been to places that time forgot Have you seen those faces lost in thought Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately Are you the same woman that I knew once,  or is it the one that I lost?    Do you, when you close your  eyes,  see those phantoms from our past? Of all the faces that flicker on the screen Is there some that of me reminds? This road has some travel left And these journeys are often long, One day when all this is done You and I will sit along And for every year of your neglect My dear, you will sing me a song.

Life burns up at rate faster than meteor showers. Before we have had a chance to blink, our moment is over, like the lives of those who came before. I have never tried to make sense of this hurry to consume, could never comprehend why it is so difficult to slow down lives pace, live a little more. A few lines from Auden's As I walked out one evening provides some solace. 'I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky. 'The years shall run like rabbits, For in my arms I hold The Flower of the Ages, And the first love of the world.' But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: 'O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time. 'In the burrows of the Nightmare Where Justice naked is, Time watches from the shadow And coughs when you would kiss. 'In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will have his fancy To-morrow or to-day. Or maybe a couple of lines fr

Should you hear a puppet talk, would it say goodbye every time the show is done? The darkness that lurks behind heavy draped curtains don't let in light, would you hear it every say good night? Should someday a streetlight talk to you, would you hear it say in the dead of the night, walk my my walk walk my way?

Puppets on a string, strung together to the puppet master, each playing a role that goes beyond our persona's, our beliefs, our lives. Like my Grandfather, I live through life and those who know me, through me knows him. The same old die that the maker left behind, keeps creating likes of me for ever more. All the places that I will ever see are places I would have seen before, all the faces I will ever wear will be faces I have donned before. In me is everything that is there to be, in me is my personal definition of eternity. Scratch the surface or bleed me through, all the colors that you will see are colors that are part of me. I am one with all my selves, I just love to be.