September 6, 2012

 

 

When power becomes personal

and not for the good of the team,

the whole damn lot comes tumbling down,

for the sake of one man and his dream.

 

 

 

September 5, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

He’s an independent creature

who really knows his mind.

He is cautious around strangers

until they prove that they are kind.

 

He moves with stealth and arrogance,

ever watchful all the while.

Never missing to see any chance

through those eyes, that beguile.

 

He uses us at times

but we love him and that’s that.

I’m speaking of our friend,

the great domestic cat.

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

August 31, 2012

 

 

 

 

He fills his mind with a million things

and follows each job through to the

smallest detail. Being both pernickety

and a perfectionist, he still lives in a

regimented world of orderliness, otherwise

his mind would drift back to the past-

and that wouldn’t do!

 

 

 

 

If I’d only known when I was with you,

how much I’d miss you when you were gone.

I’d have much more enjoyed our quality time,

and this burden wouldn’t have weighed a ton.

 

 

 

 

 

 

No bragging rights now

No influence or push

No power to the elbow

No adrenaline rush.

 

 

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