The lack of common sense
makes nonsense easy,
things that should make sense,
slip through, unchallenged.
Yet common sense itself
makes the absurd unbearable,
forcing logic upon the illogical,
struggling to grasp the uncommon.
To live without it
is to drift through chaos,
unbothered by contradiction.
To live with it
is to wrestle with reason,
forever questioning the senseless.
Fragrance to gold, fruits on cane plant,
To sandalwood nor flowers sent,
To learned, long life nor riches,
Alas, there was no one to lease
To Creator some commonsense on rent!
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Tongue-in-cheek |04.01.2023| Humour
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. The poet here takes an imaginary trip to the time of Creation, and points out to some lacunae in creation, to wonder in the end if there was any one to give some common sense to the Creator! I would rather feel, God should have given men good sense not to give any unwanted advice. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Gandhah suvarne, phalam ikshu dande, na aakaari pushhpam khalu chandaneshhu |
Vidvaan dhanaadhyah na tu deergha-jeevee, dhaatrih puraa kah api na buddhidaa abhoot ||
I just asked a Cleve Mike
What it might just be like
To fall into a dyke
While riding a fast bike?
A Mike Mc styling,
All day gusto rising,
His showmanship pricing,
His daily cake icing
But Mike was all silence,
My question robbed of sense
Through not planned reticence;
I think A Mike's Patience
But soon from Mike "A hike!"
"Satan's own planned strike"
So, no last violence
To obvious common sense.
I
try
to think
with reason
and good common sense
in every puzzling circumstance.
And still, sometimes, I make very poor decisions!
That, however, does not stop me at all from considering every option in life.
Hospital times commonsense
Commonsense comes of age during hospital times
To trip on innocuous looking lapses and come up with questions
Road signs stand for visitors, locals have no need of them
So the ambulance man notices one to seek directions from
Not to have noticed it so far was not my fault
Not to have divined as much was not his, no doubt.
But not to have properly known my neighbour was mine
For he works and matters in the hospital I am in
Parking lots cheat , vacant spaces you eye from a distance
Transforms into three cars in as many seconds
Short of cash, this old woman is asking for a loan
I remember, the one I see on my morning walks alone
Another mother in the ICU has no use for frills
Her two sons squabbling on the question of sharing bills
Take her home to die is the younger one’s demand
The scrooge is drunk beyond stupid is what you slowly find
Cost of tests and tablets are just fringe accoutrements
The bill for their groundswell of goodwill is what in the end counts.
By S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For Giorio's 'Impress me-4'
Motif: Philosophical.
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