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An old message in a bottle,
Came sailing through the sea,
A treasure of sorts,
A mystery it claimed to be,
sketched was a map,
With a great wide X,
Amongst the palms on the island,
A black chest rested,
I set sail to the island,
In pursuit and excite,
Waddling through the waves,
Swaying with the sea,
After many a perusal,
I saw the distant island of palms,
Steering the wheel slender,
I made it there at last,
I ran to the place where the X was meant to be,
Digging the earth ,
For My treasure,
I couldn’t resist,
I opened the black chest,
It was empty as the air,
Another note of paper lying bare,
It was a map of a city,
Where the sun set late,
An X in the center,
A metal box lay,
Again in pur...
Many a times we believe in others more than that tiny voice in our head. Surely it must mean others have a better head. Or a better one to mess with ours.
Relationships end not because of lack of love but coz of lack of conviction.
Getting on a boat is the easy part. Keeping it afloat isn’t.
The things that happen to you is a result of an outcome of numerous permutations.
Think about it.
What if you take a different route to your home today?
What if you took the stairs instead?
What if you sleep in the open terrace under the sky?
What if you made conversation with the stranger next to you?
The possibilities seem endless, but the good thing is you can make a choice occasionally. So make one today and tell me what did you different.
May you find a purpose for your soul and live every moment in its wake.
And while you are at it, let joy seek you and keep you going.
Some people, we are meant to meet, are solely for us to realise that hearts are made of glass. Be sure to Check their pockets for stones.
I used to ride my bike,
To school and back ,
The way to school was an uphill
I felt the squeeze in my limbs
My school bag felt like a bag of bricks
Sweaty and puffy
I pushed myself forward
I put all my strength in and rode along
I would smile
Waving at the milkman, the paper boys and my friends
My lunch box aromatic with my moms morning cooking
Tingling the bell at cross roads ,
And drawing back a breath of relief at every signal red,
Delighted was I ,
In the sun and the wind,
As I rode to school every morning
My way back home was needless to say,
The best of downhills,
Gravity at play,
I never had to pedal once,
My limbs in the air,
I let my hair go mad with the...
Is a mixed experience
Letting go of stacked memories on one hand and on the other
Prospects of a new chapter
To rewrite lives
To discard unrequited
To new beginnings
With the old backpacks
Fear is good
When you are taking pains to overcome it.
Might as well face
What’s in store for you
Random thoughts tell you more about yourself than the intended ones.
Raise an occasional
Beauty in chaos
And just when I think
I have seen it all
I see you
God never fails to surprise me
Just tell HIM from me
He’s pretty good at it
I stood in the rain
I stood in the wind
I stood knowing
There’ll soon be sunshine
Two little angels,
Dwelling in the deep,
If you stop thinking,
You’ll Listen to them speak,
One calls your name aloud,
One tells your tale,
The moments that brought smiles and warmth,
The days when you cried alone,
The times that you will never forget,
And some which you want them gone,
All is said,
And all is played,
Record by record,
For the bookkeepers log,
The angels know what you do not,
The truth you’re afraid to see,
They don’t get why you choose to ignore,
Who you choose to be.
To tempers boiling ,
These wild hypocrisies,
My zen is shivering with bad endings that shouldn’t be,
I hang in tight,
Holding if not a smile,
at least a clenched calm,
Just tipping over the brink,
I fear loss over my emoting control,
I pull together and keep calling the ‘not worth it’ cards,
I needn’t submit to foolish disillusioned righteous minds,
The majestic pointing fingers of society,
I bow to thee,
I offer my soul for your scrutiny,
You can wear and tear,
Shred and smear,
All you want,
On All that I have,
If it brings you peace and pleasure,
It’s my way of telling you,
I have nothing to lose,
I escape to a world of my own,
The one I build bit by bit,
With no mirr...
#Skylark Challeng 190
The first time there was a Diamond on her hand,
Her teary eyes sparkled with paramount joy,
She believed that diamond was a piece of his soul and love abound,
Now that she’s caught on with realities,
She calls it a rock.
Do I appeal to your sensitivity?
Of skin and shade,
My holy touch,
Igniting fires of wretched thirst,
Do I cause the tremors in your beating heart?
Blood rushing fast,
Slow breathing in and out,
I keep your mind on edge,
Closing every thought,
Do I turn the music on?
My foot tapping,
To a poetic song,
Lost in the Rhythm of the sea ,
Do I try and be someone else?
A Picture of your choice,
Posing and pouting,
For your camera lens,
The one who appeals
To your sensitivity..
Every time I see you,
My heart flutters like an escaped helium balloon,
Rising against all odds of the holding back gravity,
Soaring up for a kiss from you or maybe the shiny moon,
I feel Lighter than the air I breathe,
It Fills me up with warm ecstasy,
Little do I know,
You’re holding a pin of your own,
When you deem right,
Burst will the bubble of my heart’s stupid love,
And I will be standing alone with the weight of broken dreams..
The thing about moral compass is, it works when it’s convenient to the user. If everything was a right or a wrong, and someone is hell bent on finding it, then the question you should ask is what’s in it for them? And then one realises it’s to establish a position of unnerving advantage. Because my friend, this world is not a lovey chummy place. It is for the wolves in sheep’s clothing. Think about it and enjoy a cup of tea.
Triumph at a price,
Gone are the seconds,
Wayward winds of a lonely mind,
This shining trophy for my wall of honour,
A rusting heart listening to the applause,
Was it worth?
Now that I am here,
I did rather have a tale of love,
Than the picture perfect life for your eyes to feast .
#skylark challenge 188
The power of my words,
In a pen and my hand,
I can make you fly,
To a dream I built,
Of talking dragons and open green skies,
Of dew sticks and pineapple roses,
You will also find,
The Merry people of tumbaktu,
Dancing like the fire,
Folded leaves 🍁 floating above,
There’s wonder, there’s love,
there’s secrets to discover,
A place you wished you would never leave.
My peace awaits,
A Closure for an unfinished story,
The Last missing piece to the jigsaw puzzle,
While my mind spews,
A thousand random possibilities,
Each more bizarre than the other,
Saving the best for a rainy day,
Maybe it’s for the best,
To not know how it really ends,
My restlessness will keep me more alive today,
Searching for a better tomorrow.
You stray closer to my heart than you know,
I can’t scrape the paint off,
The beautiful landscape of a promising future,
Of us together forever,
Sailing on the sea,
The warm sun and the far storm,
Together hand in hand,
I hoped, I wished,
But then I caught up on your lies,
A game intended for a win on your side,
The painting is useless,
The watercolours smudge,
Fade-away sooner ,
So I can see ,
All the Black in its glory,
The depths of its darkness,
The nights that no one needs to know,
Being different is a laughable misnomer. I am unique like everyone else? The world wants me conformed. Labelled. Stereotyped into conventions. Telling me what I ought to do and not. I can scream all I want that I am born special, the echo is for me to hear that I can never be. I wish there’s something I did do, first before any other living man. Is there another moon where no one’s been to yet?
Difficult times doesn’t mean you always need help...
It means you need time to help yourself..
What is in the head is way better than what isn’t..
Comeuppance constantly calls craving chaos,
You’re just another of those crazy
I wonder perchance,
How would it be otherwise,
All the better choices I could have made,
Things I should have said and done,
What life would that be?
Walking in these rubber boots,
Splashing rain and soothing air,
My red umbrella,
My red umbrella,
What it could have been,
With revised choices and pleasing feel,
The burden of being at constant best,
Reliving old moments with altered tweaks,
As the rain pours heavier than before,
And the wind decides to blow harder,
My red umbrella,
My red umbrella,
I realise I did the best I could,
I am the hero of my story,
Every choice I made is part of my being,
To better and worse in harmony,
I walk and smile,
In the recedin...
A foot inside my home and a foot out to flee,
You best decide it’s better to be in between,
Saying things you don’t mean,
like another man’s quote from a greeting Card,
you call when no ones asking,
To make repetitive excuses for being busy,
An appearance outta the blue,
To what courtesy do I owe you?
Why carry the burden of the pretenders mask,
Can’t you see no one’s watching?
My world has better things to revolve around,
Be cold as much as you really are,
Cause I can see through you.
# without letter E
Morning of a black sky,
Today is rain,
of sorrow gloom,
Would you mind going away,
I might just shout without my knowing,
But you wanna try this comic parody,
Mocking my control,
Poking my calm,
This ain’t the hour,
So run away,
It’s raining hard,
Bright Sun is shy,
Hiding in pain,
And Crying again,
Mirroring my mind,
Lost spirits at play,
Looking for a tomorrow,
Of light and good,
But go away now,
I want to soak in my isolation,
In mist and winds,
In dark and hush,
On my own..
On my own..