Me ONLY!

Togetherness!

For them who change with the weather!

With sensation!

Amen, bless your heart
That set us apart
That set you, beyond the horizon
That set me, across the half dozen
Slumber boy-men
That overwhelmd your specimen
Of partner choice!

Amen, bless your heart
For removing an age old wart
From my eyes part
Now, I can remain intact!
to my element.

Once again, Bless You
For the job you choose to do
For the life you settled too!
To ease my conscious choice
To ease my choice noise
Help maintain my heartfelt poise
So, thank you! for the nonsence!

What is my Life Worth?

“So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Math 10:30

Is it the ‘nature of things’? Or it is ‘in my nature’?

Never satisfied with what I have, I love the dark adventure
No! I don’t like the quiet-self, strengthens my stature
Somehow I settle ‘for-less’, I go after the vulture
Who has No mercy! No mercy! No mercy!
To usher me the decency …
Of a worthy life!

Hence, what is my real value? How much do I really worth?
Watered down philosophy,
Hypocrisy can lead to sloth
Fitting in the mold,
Of a 'relationship' that WAS sold,
Of a soul that WAS sold,
To nothingness!
To an empty conformity
Claps of dead crowd, laughter of lifeless corpse!

What is my real worth, if I’m dragging yesterday?
How much is my stride, when tomorrow is of dismay?
Unless I learn, until I discern
Unless I seek wisdom, with a lantern!
Unless “I” choose to mold “me”, according to ‘my essence ’,
According to ‘my clay’!
Unless my responses are clear, until I practice to say ‘nay’
… to the mere noise of the ‘norm’, deafening bang of vain
… to the clatter of my brain
Till I learn to say,
Nay!

Till I claim, my life to ‘me’
How high is my value, at what peak, at what degree?

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Life is Paradoxical - indeed!

I know you have a deep quest for life
Sincerity, spares your soul from strife
The torn muscles, bound by a worn-out ligament
Until the right twist
Until the right moment
For your soul to break free from its joint
Until a scream wakes your core
From being dormant
Until that moment
Stay with patient!

And remember,
Some things don't make sense
They are paradoxical
Some matters stay tense,
Some Dwell in sabbatical
Some thoughts remain dense
Until the matters are whimsical

Then, everything becomes "the way"
Or "the things" that seemed to matter
Will fade away....

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