#36: Road Crossing

I looked to my right,
When I crossed the road.
But to my dismay,
I got hit.

Why? Why? Why?
The road was running from the left,
That's why!

#35: Ride On The Subway

I took a ride today,
Down Singapore's subway,
Or what was left of it,
When the tide came,
And took it out of yesterday.

#34: Love is but a four-letter word

I saw the Love that others had.
I felt the Sadness that I once had,
For I tried, but to my dismay,
To emulate the acts of they.

But now, Love is but a
Four-letter Word.
It sounds nothing much,
And yet it seems to mean
Much more.

#33: Time

Time is yet an Unfathomable thing.
Physicists say that it is relative,
We find that it is counterproductive,
To not think of it in this way.

Yet we as humans, would be masters of the universe,
Have control over the three spatial dimensions,
Yet no power against the ebbing flow
Of Time.

The Irony! The Irony!
How could this ever be?

#32: No Infinite Loop

Nay, no infinite loop
Can occur, for all sentient
Things run till the limit
Of time.

In response to:

Laptop's depression
Is like an infinite loop.
Hit Ctrl-C!
Debug, and run again.

by Yeehah1

#31: The_Laptop's Loveless Heart

The_Laptop's Loveless heart is full of sadness,
For again he has lost more than he gained.
Is it then the end of it all,
Or has the beginning been in vain?

#30: Why is the world as we know round?

Why is the world as we know round?
Can't it be square, be fair or sound?
Must it be the sphere-like thingy,
That we all imagine it to be?

#29: Sight

Sight is a human trait,
A form in which we learn to hate.
For many a time we thought we saw,
But in actual fact, it was not in awe,
That we see.

Though seeing is believing,
There are things that sight alone
Can't show.
So feel, smell, hear and taste
The intricacies of life,
And the delicacies of your surroundings.

#28: Limits

The Universe is limited,
So says a Wise Man.
But the Wise Man is limited,
For he sees only what he can see.

#27: Life is a cruel oxymoron

Life is a cruel oxymoron,
With all its bittersweet moments.
If Life were an analogy,
How real could Life ever be?

#26: Girl In Little Black Dress

The Air Was Chilly,
With Winds A-Blowing.
Her Hair Billows Like A Cloud,
In Front Of Me.

O What Sweet Black Hair!
To Match The Little Black Dress
She Wears
A Smile Too,
How To Forget?