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September 5, 2012
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.
If you’re a lucky person
and win a fortune you will find,
that if you tell, you’ll have the world
at your door, all neatly lined.
Soldier on the front line
So young and brave is he.
With a fearless vulnerability
Please god, bring him home to me.
There comes a time
to set aside boyish dreams,
and take on a princess
to share your schemes.
There comes a time
and that time is now,
so from adolescence
take a bow.