My creation.
Hey all, instead of sharing my thoughts on this or that, this time, i thought i’d share a poem. This is my best so far, i think. Its untitled. Please tell me what you think of it. 
ne of the greatest mysteries of life,
the mystery of Tomorrow.
A rain, or sunshine,
or a simply starlit night sky it would bring.
Hitherto unknown, to this little fellow,
calls himself man.
Man indeed,
in search of tomorrow
, a tomorrow that never comes.
To be secure, his aim,
to know the future his desire.
time is nothing,
but an illusion.
Illusion , one of the many.
The more you tread into it,
the more you are pulled in.
O little one.
See it from afar,
coz that is life,
The life of today. t
he life is today.
A beautiful twilight,
a splendid transition
.For one bird is dead,
many are awaken.
Crows are cawing,
this very morning,
A night there,
a morning here
Its just a moment
,repeating itself.
Over and over till you lose your self in it..
Let go, let go, O little one,
time is but a burden, time is but a solution.
Man, oh man indeed,
See the truth, t
he light of the day,
Of today,
Of yesterday,
Of tomorrow.
