Reality, time, soul and the mind

All quite, all still,
And in the darkness the mind wills,
To confront the soul,
Wiping away the dusts of time...

...Yet time chooses on its own,
The wandering mind or the soul so lone,
To confront what's real,
And spits away the unreal grime.

Truth

Just when the streams of morn daylight,
Cast a halo all around you,
A tiny tassle of cloggy cloud makes it way up,
And begins doubting everything that has ever been true...

.. Yet you smile and stay on course,
Uncertain, unknown, against every such force,
If every truth needed to be challenged,
Is truth itself an illusory hope....?

Happiness

I am happy...
.. Not because I got rated high,
Nor did I buy a phantom bike,
Nor did my day not contain any sighs...,
... I am happy
Because I try,
And each time that I fall,
I get some blessing in disguise.
Thank you each passing day for making me wise :)

Stoic

I choose my battles, I choose my peace,
Whom to look away from, none to please,
Am I better off alone or shall I seek me in you?
Life's one agreement where I pay my own lease....

Friday 5 pm eccentricities v2

I ain’t no king on lame ass donk

or a lame ass king on a good enough donk

I eat no grapes 'cus I loathe all fruits

Give me a muffin and I ll polish off the loot :P

It’s a Friday and I just can’t sloth more

And then too I get christened as one big bore!

The good news is the weekend is all mine!

When I ll sit happily to write more rhymes!!!!

Friday 5 pm eccentricities

A lame-ass king being fed grapes while he is trolling around on his pony,
As he hmmphs and bellows to alert his crawling cranky cronies,
And his big pot-belly of greed goes wiggly wooggly whoosh,
He can’t even jump off the beast as he ain’t wearing any shoes!


Sigh!! such kings exist even today; across valleys, rivers and mounds,
High decibel are their trumpets, not the slightest sanity around
If even one of them thought for a change, to rule their land with able brains,
Happy we will live ever after, no monies of ours never ever drained.

 

Death and Life || (Caveat: not for serious reading)

I am dead

so dead

black death

deader than death itself

my death knows no bounds

it stinks like a bloodhound

super high piled on a mound

is my grief spilling around

and from here my friend

it’s all down down down

 

I am alive

So alive

Yellow life

Brighter than light! :P

My life knows no bounds

Its rounder than the nose of a clown

Sometimes red, sometimes brown

But mostly a yellow and cheerful sound

And from here my friend

It’s my awesome life that I have found!

Dawn and Night

The lingering dawn,

As it sprouts with life,

A life so yellow

With hope and light,

Just like a nascent bud

Hoping to wake up

And bloom on

In her lingering dawn.

 

The ravenous night,

As it seeks to plight,

The plunder of all things-

Pristine white,

Just like a dying moss,

Darting its fangs,

Choking all life with his might,

His ravenous night…