I radiate my inner glow—
like a well-polished precious jewel,
pleasing to see, with graceful height.
My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art,
driven by keenness to shed excess fat,
yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd.
My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice—
as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky.
My smile, a gentle breeze—
a radiance that brightens all days.
Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion,
depending on how you perceive my calm.
But I am a true gentleman—
like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy,
yet with a heart of gold,
veins of its worth hidden underground,
bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed.
The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire,
yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted.
After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind—
bright as day, as sly as a fox,
a tower of knowledge
filled to the brim with real wisdom.
Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold,
bringing forth brilliant ideas...
like a burning torch
illuminating every dark corner of ignorance.
Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.
When I was a child, I heard some adults talking,
About a saying that made no sense to me,
Something about a bad order carried out well,
Being better than a good order poorly executed.
Later when I was older the same saying or similar,
Was repeated in a film I was watching,
A war movie I think,
Age however, had not enlightened me on the relevance of the saying,
To do with life as I knew it.
That was until COvid-19 came along,
And lockdown was introduced,
Along with social distancing.
Now we can only sit back and wait,
To see if the proof is in the pudding,
Or as great grandparents might say,
Proof of the pudding is in the eating,
Which may be more apt,
And less confusing for a child,
If we go easy on the sherry.
”It may not be what I want
It may end up just like the last one
Not even sure he is the one
Staying back seems my only level ground”
The struggle between desire and certainty
Is now fiercer than once conceived
Toughened by whispering experiences
Hopping out from the now disquieted heart
Shadows of the past once buried deep down
Reawakened and vividly hunting
Now you are about to cross that bridge
And avoid the river in whose depths you almost drowned
Hiding since then within your safe shell
Makes you feel secured and warm in the cold night.
Sun rays now beaming seem to catch your eyes
But you can’t but quiver at the thought of the scotching sun.
This thing has eaten up you till the plate became so empty.
Seen so happy and friendly yet no remedy.
But you can’t continue to starve for fear of poison.
You have to take that step even when you see no landing.
Then only will you experience the freedom of trust,
The joy in risks and the relief an extra hand can bring.
Don’t forget, the proof of the pudding is in the eating
It is now left for you to pick a cutlery.