Mediocrity rules, the law of averages
Have forever triumphed over intelligence for ages.
Thinking can be tedious, wisdom is for sages
We love the security of well-constructed cages.
Freedom
The democrat may embark on a verbal spree
Laissez-faire may proclaim many a decree
Raw unadulterated freedom can be addiction
Yet freedom has a price tag; nothing is for free
Emotions
Tumultuous. Conflicting. The ebb and flow of tides
Emotions we experience are life’s roller coaster rides.
No regulations to follow, no rulebook to abide
Do you look back in anger or look forward with pride? Continue reading “Emotions”
That one ray
If I may catch one sun ray
It would most certainly make my day
I could make merry, I could make hay
I would make great sense in all I say.
If I would not lose my temper today
If I could be firm, if I did not sway
If I could gather courage and not feet of clay
I could conquer the world, if I may. Continue reading “That one ray”
Go for gold
You can do it. Just be bold.
Competition is the key – go for gold
As a child, I was forever told
Be the best, forget the rest. Go for gold.
Don’t take them for granted
From little baby steps to fore, we need a helping hand.
Most ardent arguments often do need supportive stand
Perceptions, opinions, attitudes underline apprehension
You need to share your joy, someone to dispense tension.
Need
What do we need most in the world?
Basic necessities or classic luxuries?
Provoke your insides till thought unfurls
What does it take to make happiness increase?
When does a house become a home?
When does beauty penetrate the skin?
How should we journey from birth to tomb?
How to set apart virtue and sin? Continue reading “Need”
Time
The most precious gift that has ever been given
To man, to life, to universe and above is the gift of time
It’s exactly the same for one and all
Subtle perfection in its distribution sublime
Exorbitant and on the rise for those who race against it
For those who do not value it, it does not cost a dime
Time comes with an inherent freedom, use it as you may
But not using a gift so precious is doubtlessly a crime
The mirror on the wall
The mirror on the wall sometimes lies I believe
Whenever I look at it the mirror stares back in disbelief
When did the eyes sink in when did the hair turn white
I looked at it every day the difference was so slight
Banter
I sit on my computer and begin to enter
Words and mixed feelings form banter
Until jumbled emotions and high flown language
Throw up an ensemble of doubtful lineage.
I sit on MS Word and sometimes wonder
Whether I am over the top or under
The weather churning out my deepest thought
On a screen which keeps correcting my every dot.