Posted in Experience, poem

Now and then

Resigning to your unexpected fate

cruel and grim kismet

a ping of regret,

in your heart,

poking now and then,

while self accusation takes a toll,

hoping you had done something more,

not brave enough to change the fact,

that you could still do it now and then.



Posted in Experience, poem

People of the world

drugged by the past,

when senses fade,

opinions are resisted,

you are introspected.

having met a fine share of (wo)men,

most with opinions from their den.

I Absorb their random comment,

for a further deep thought.

the passive self which was till then at rest.

gets a kick to think through the mess.

Why, when, what did they think,

for some comments invade a private margin.

One such Absurd talk is this:

one said : you lost your smile

and the other wondered why i smiled.

Soon I dwell deep and

ask, have i evolved by a minor feet,

or dissolved by a major beat

Grabbing on my lengthy mane and

sipping a cup of tea,

lost in a thought or two,

I walk my destiny.





T.G.I.F.: Eye on the Weekend — Live & Learn

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