Cantilever

Life is balanced on a cantilever these days

Freedom from boredom and some new ways

To release tension bought off another’s shelf

I am seeking solutions to stay happy with myself

 

The last time I met me was a long time ago

I have been running around since to collect some dough

Rising up the social rung and pursuing social approval

In the bargain I have gathered a mind full of drivel

 

Now they tell me distance yourself from the same people

Who sought to label me introvert after a neat tipple

I used to relish my company and the occasional chatter

Now they ask me why did I not chose mind over matter

 

Come welcome to my world of isolation without fear

Loved ones are a phone call away help is always near

It’s the Facebook and the WhatsApp chinwag that creates confusion

Revel in yourself and you will realize you are quite a revelation!

 

A good book a hot coffee a warm memory and some

No politics no prattle just plain inoffensive fun

Some family time some rhythm and rhyme a silent understanding

Someone up there is trying to tell you life needs some amending

 

Some fissures need fixing some cracks need pasting

Some overhaul is temporary some effects will be lasting

The cantilever is steady but my footsteps are faltering

I wait with bated breath even as our planet is altering

 

Child in hood

On a lighter note:

 

Baa baa black sheep have you any wool

Why ask sheep? Since when were answering sheep cool

Yes sir yes sir three bags full

This is pulling ears over the wool

One for his master and one for his dame

Now you tell me the sheep also had a flame

And one for the little boy who lives down the lane

You believe in talking sheep? I believe you are insane

 

Jack and Jill should have gone downhill

To fetch water from the river

Then Jack wouldn’t have fallen down

Nor broken his crown

And they wouldn’t have to worry for water

 

Mary had a little lamb

Who followed her around

But certainly not to school

Schools have some rules

These rumours just abound

 

Sing a song of sixpence a pocketful of rye

With a rhyme like that you wave common sense goodbye

4 and 20 blackbirds baked in a pie! For heaven sake why?

Of all the thingamajig ingredients in a pie

When the pie is open the birds began to sing

Singing birds. Live pies. My head is beginning to ring

 

 

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

From there he then had a great fall

Why would he not sit on a chair

Why could he not take enough care

The King and his men would have been better occupied

If only the good egg had some sense applied

 

 

 

Words

Words are my respite. Words are my go to

I hide behind words. Words concoct a cocky brew

 

When feelings are bottled up emotions accrue

Words can give vent to those moods turning blue

 

When truth has to be disguised listeners are few

Words chosen carefully have the ability to ring true

 

When philosophy has to be shared action is due

Words evoke the war cry to give you the cue

 

When passions go twisted and texts tangle up too

Words still impact their silence speaks a language new

 

When we appeal to our Gods to solve each tiny little issue

Words augment the power of prayers as you kneel and woo

 

When arguments disrupt relationships all we need are two

Words to do the trick a genuine sorry and a sincere thank you

 

Seriously?

Had Narcisse never looked at his reflection

We would have been saved of this affliction

Now it is legit to fall in love with one’s self

And procure self-centeredness right off the shelf

 

Had Edison never joined two different colored wires

We would have been reeling in deep dark desires

Each sunset would be as magical as aurora borealis

We would have to give late night shows a miss

 

Had Newton never sat under the apple tree

We could have been floating in the air you see

Until we give definition and name to something

Newspapers have us believe it is next to nothing

 

Had Madame Curie not discovered radium

Trucks on the highway could have gone random

These scientists and their superior brains

Have saved us from many problems and pains

 

Had Galileo not strained his neck to discover planets

How could Musk conquer Mars how would he even plan it

All the great achievements of modern times

Are based on some age-old idea and inquiry sublime

 

Had Gustave Eiffel not presented us steel and its power

How could lovers have professed true feeling from a tower

One industrial exhibition that lasted like forever

Now that was not coincidence it was really quite clever

Why right?

Thought provoking thoughts which give rise to debate

Intended influences, premeditated ideas on rebate

That is what I seek every time I pick up a pen

Let some reflections roam your mind again and again

 

Sentiments given shape and infused with a passion

Shedding superficiality and empty banter now in fashion

That is what I attempt every time I pour out words

My refrains are for the discerning and not for the herds

 

A world out there as I see it and as I hope it will become

Optimism, some idealism, pragmatism, then some

That is what I aspire every time I communicate

I await your rejoinders oh it’s such an interesting wait

 

New lyrics for old opinions old adages for new fodder

Toss off longstanding stances some topsy turvy is in order

That is what I ultimately hope to achieve

Some attitudes to hold on to, some tenets to sieve

 

Sometimes I desire to simply get across, sometimes I serve

A warning bell to leave your comfort zone hoping to unnerve

That is why my tumultuous thought process refuses to settle

Till viewpoints invoke reaction and tests true mettle

 

 

Superman

Each parent nowadays wants their child

To be bold and aggressive, bordering on wild

An achiever of the highest order

Einstein and Edison his textbook fodder

 

They should excel in studies and love sports

They should have mastery on topics of all sorts

From school to tuitions they are rushed to and fro

On weekends, they prepare for some reality show

 

Where is the childlike innocence in them?

Are they really growing older with each sem

Society, serials, a barrage of adult banter

In the midst of which they have forgotten Santa

 

Yes yes I know Santa never existed Sir

Yet I loved to believe it as it were

My world in my imagination was much more fun

Constant Google updates I’d rather unlearn

 

My mind was free my freedom was mine

My dreams and the real world often entwined

Home truths were simple. Fairy tales never lied

Failure was never a reason for suicide

 

Why don’t the follies of our ways we see?

Why can’t we let our children be?

They do not have to become your clone

They were not born to fulfil your wish alone

 

They have their own mindsets. Their individuality

Encourage. Nurture. Cherish this originality

If only you can teach them to be a good human being

The rest they will learn anyways by seeing and believing!

 

 

Extra baggage

A heart filled with enough love there is no space for hate

A life filled with enough hope there is no regret

An intellect that intuitively knows what to garner and aspire

An understanding that can decipher the boundaries of desire

 

A knowledge which does not make me conceited or hollow

An attitude of humility and gratitude with wisdom to follow

A laughter so infectious it spreads sunshine all around

An empathetic resonance when fears and tears abound

 

A faith that guides unfailingly through thick and thin

A quiet voice deep within which can hear above the din

A fortitude to take all in stride and learn to bear and grin

A confidence to keep moving drawing from strength within

 

A commitment to give my best just like the old adage

A freedom amid responsibility no fetters within the cage

A simplicity in need and demand sans expectation or rage

A nimble journey onwards now without any extra baggage

 

 

Fragile mission

One day I went in search for building material

Friendships and relationships needed repair

I found some phone numbers long forgotten

Some memories suffering from wear and tear

 

Sifting through albums and faded photographs

Those faces, those names, I know them I swear

I have left them so far behind in my trajectory

Glimpses of their crossing have become rare

 

I trace back my steps and wonder where to begin

How do I sound sincere when I say I do care

With so much water under the bridge and some pride

Homecoming of sorts may be rejected. Do I dare?

 

Some love, some laughter, some shared misadventure

I gather my ingredients, some hope, some prayer

What takes eternities to shape can be shattered in a minute

Oh! The fragility of feelings I was hitherto unaware

 

Stealthily I reconstruct vision blurred with moisture

Still a warmth filling the heart even as it lays bare

Each smile it begets remains more valuable by far

Than any treasures triumphs plaques or ware

 

I learn the delicate art of rebuilding broken bits

Restoring a relationship is how much and what you share

In that moment you now know what being is all about

Even its pain and chaos is fun, so what if life is unfair?

 

 

I must…

 

I must acquire knowledge and conversely remain humble

Knowledge sans humility so often makes you stumble

 

I must wear my attitude with panache and flair

Then balance the brazenness with respect and care

 

I must foster character trustworthy and commanding

I must be my own person not follow what is trending

 

I must set the right balance of deference and dissension

A simple deed that reaps results first begins with intention

 

I must fight for righteousness, tis the panacea of the just

Not compromising on principle is an absolute must

 

I must not hurt by my actions, deliberate or inadvertent

Any misstep must be mended or to remain repentant

 

I must realize a certain level of wisdom and aptitude

I can’t afford to slide into dispiritedness and platitude

 

I must keep ticking off new to do lists time and again

The cenotaph should not pronounce a life lived in vain