Short Story painting- “Friendly Avenue” / Watercolour / 1959 / JR.
Time is running out, Man, Noah said when he built his Ark. It is an assumption that life hung on A thread then but time kept running. Time is running out, Man, Saint John said in Revelation. For Millenniums other prophets declared The images of an Armageddon, Have warned of earthquakes, Floods, Disease, Falling of stars, Fire and brimstone On last judgement’s day. Heralds of the desert still call For penance, and yet Time keeps running. It seems, the threat is merely A game, a fairy tale In a holy script. But while I recent doomsday’s forecast, Life’s resources diminish day by day- Oil slicks cover Oceans and coasts, […]
Alien His distant beginning was timeless, without vision and transfixed. And then he appeared with bated breath of spring and warmth of summer – games on end; a childhood, blissful existence until rebirths of Icarus had touched his soul and daring destiny with fate unknown. It was but a dream that he could reach the sun. The blazing Star dissolving his manmade wings, curtail his ascent by gravity that pulls him down toward the mortal depth. Last rays of light cling for one more instance to the mountain peak, reflect his desolate composure. Shattered remains of lost labour decompose beneath the heights, he could not conquer; the tunes he […]