Life is full of pain
Until he performs something to attain
Each day responds the same
Till the time, is not wakening up to improve the game
Time is flying
Neglecting the fact, remains rented, relying on lying
Aspiring internal peace
Though the truth comes up at fatal fees
Earning enemies each day
As if all are associates enjoying at bay
Unsatisfactory has he become!
Eliminating & Excreting the agonies with rum
The entire day he discusses How is She?
Satirically, sitting solely speculates on Why is he?
More than cleverness
He needs kindness
The obstacle is not society
It arises when he inaugurates him above almighty
Seeking his redemption
While ignoring integrity amidst inappropriate intervention(s)
Hard Work forever pays
Just he shouldn't forget to self-screening his days
From the sun to the moon, she entered his voyage as a boon
From the moon to the sun, he always made her fun
Categories:
inaugurates, identity,
Form: Rhyme
The clock is turning forward next week,
as if a man-made rule inaugurates Spring,
or a change in behavior influences nature,
like a bird feeder that makes a warbler sing.
“Spring is in the air,” says my friend
as she sloshes through wet slush and snow
on a gray and windy March morning.
I’m not convinced and want to know
how she can engage and repeat
those thoughts with such determination.
“Perhaps you expect too much of Spring,”
she responds with no hesitation.
“Let Winter be Winter and Spring, Spring,
with mixture of seasons at both ends,
reminding us how nature works,
how each and every season blends.”
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Categories:
inaugurates, seasons,
Form: Rhyme
Where diamonds shape a lantern
harlequins are taunted in jest,
which inaugurates the conviction
attracting an upheld stance.
They stare like a drastic mistake;
thinking it was a corn snake.
Warily, from side to side, surprise!
one way or the other fully fixed;
around those surrounding sceneries
hypnotic is the way its eyes transfix.
It nullifies a moment to the ground
container-like as bulbous ends disturb
like a death's-head rattling sound,
by this inconspicuous perrenial herb.
It is limp to the elusive sun approach
dictating to the forty five degree-
holds head as moments waiting there,
gardeners probe this mauve naivety.
It deceives so contrarily it contrives
I guess that's how fritillary survives.
Categories:
inaugurates, nature, visionary,
Form: Verse