September 5, 2012

 

 

As I walked over the bridge today

I looked down and saw a large carp

motionless in the river. It lay on its

side, cushioned by the water lillies.

It was complete in every part,

but I knew it to be dead.

It looked at peace with god and man.

I walked on, but couldn’t help thinking

‘how short had been it’s life span’.

 

 

 

 

It’s all about balance

and not falling over.

From birth to the grave

in a line, we must walk.

 

It’s all about trusting

and not calling others.

From when thoughts

into words, we must talk.

 

 

 

 

When asked what she was thinking

about, she would always reply ‘nothing’.

But it was apparent that this ‘nothing’ had

taken over her heart and mind.

For the more she thought about ‘nothing’

it seemed the truth she was hiding behind,

and that someone, lost in her past, she

constantly thought about and pined.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Very few would recognise themselves

if they saw how others see them.

 

Very few would smile approvingly

if they knew how others view them.

 

 

September 2, 2012

 

 

 

The first one is always special,

and the closest to the heart.

Our very own set of wheels-

Be it a tricycle or a cart.

 

It sets us on the path to freedom,

a time from birth, that seems the aim.

To explore what’s around the corner,

is our in-built human game.

 

 

 

 

 

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