By
Manjeri S. Isvaran
MOMENTS
are moods–
cold
as stone,
hot
as fire,
that
pierce as with a three forked spear,
or
sear
the
marrowbone.
Moments
are blanks–
without
brain,
without
heart,
when
life’s an insult; and to be,
verily,
is
meaningless, vain.