Risibly eyed.
As oft do guage
What to them and at their age
Is comical.
Sweeter, softer.
As oft tracing
A kindred innocence in
The animal.
Summer grasses, soft blown.
As deep therein
Of a sweet embalming
Lie; on sleep's brink.
Its this visual leisure
Now stood up for
Plain's dreamy farness, does more
Such to blur; shrink.
OUTLOOKS
A shifting
play of angles
multilayered
that morph
into
landscaped
abstractions
already
enmeshed
about to
embark
the density
dissipates time
with
lights
&sounds
flickering
thr awake
hushed
&enshrined
by the curious
white seeps
through
from underneath
a blossoming
light from memory
that glimpse
of nature
blurs
the boundary
between
temporarlilty
& the transient
becomes
the frame
to inhabits it
to savour
every
fleeting
element
A book must be fully read without skipping,
A bad one must be given up on the spot,
See never the cover and buy any book dear,
You must go through few pages before buying,
A book that preaches not good morals
Must be shunned with the slightest thought
As it may reduce your life to ruins so easily,
It will surely cancel all the laurels you earned,
Choose only those books loved by the scholars
And books with cheap ideas invariably spoil,
Every book is kind of window only in its purpose,
Some show the praying room, some the World,
Some peep into bedroom and some the restroom,
If we are blessed by the Lord, we will choose
Only those books that add stuff to lead a fine life,
It is left to our choice only to choose any book,
May God kindly be with us to get the right books
That will help us get a fine livelihood and peace,
Before taking any book, pray and then open it,
Any undesirable book, reject it immediately please,
All the best and enter into the world of books!
Optimism makes one ready to go
bright, forward-thinking never looks back
every corner brings green with happiness
on their running shoes never seems to lack
Now the pessimist is another thing
looks either down or behind feels dark
their slogan's "it can't be done" it's red
no matter the evidence they have one mark
Then there is the one who is colour blind
always weighs things up never truly sure
acting whether it's maybe not quite right
they say he's wise but never got the cure
You see, do you know my secret?
I am colour blind but not very wise
all my day's colours are a blur
maybe that's why never won a prize
So three outlooks on our life
all starting when we were born
who knows what was put in us
but feels at times like a jaggy thorn!
(Quote:
"An optimist is a person who sees a green light everywhere. The pessimist sees only the red light. But the truly wise person is colour blind" - Dr Albert Schweitzer)
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