Solitude has its moment and uses;
keeps away from lust or its abuses.
Devil does not come for lone folks,
he passes them by in his filled bus.
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Solitude has its moment and uses;
keeps away from lust or its abuses.
Devil does not come for lone folks,
he passes them by in his filled bus.
Cow don’t give milk, you’ve to get it.
Lungs breath air only if you inhale it.
Frustration develops without effort,
for happiness is the result of effort.
What an old beautiful lady said
advices the pretty young maid.
“All those stares you’ll ever get,
that’re quite openly displayed,
they are devious, never forget.”
Worrisome when fools call the shot
because they are too dumb to care.
Yet a smart world relies on same lot
to save it from horrors it must bear.
“Men in those days had convictions;
we moderns only have our opinions.”
Back then they stepped up, had it done;
today we simply have a say on our phone.
At the end of your life would you rather
be glad you had lived or would it matter
that you had lived at all for those folks
for whom you slaved and taken knocks?
Everyone can’t see their future for certain,
not without their past making it all happen.
It’s no mystery that for every step forward,
one taken in its past had moved it onward.
Show your friends and show who you’re,
they’ll add up as sum total of what you’re.
Reveal your enemies, expose your beliefs.
As your opposites, enemies are not reliefs.
More time than often we waste emotions,
holding ourselves back in making decisions.
All that fear and trepidation just for nothing,
for at the end of all it was always for nothing.
Every city crumbles where it stand
and all its multiples waste as sand.
Some day all would be quiet ruins,
the tallest will be quiet sand dunes.
Argue with yourself all you want to;
men can never do what women do.
They can try, they could pretend to,
but they’re men and not women too.
Whenever the older men think,
they reason in mental puzzles.
Many pieces to pick and link,
their logic drips and drizzles.
Compromise is not weakness;
there’s strength in its fairness.
Being ready to accept changes
is bold every day and for ages.
Mother is our earth and its waters;
surely we hold on, for she matters.
But we burden her with our refuse;
her warmth we’ve grown to abuse.
Never really trust all people
because they’re mostly greedy.
They’re selfish, mean, not simple
and mainly insufferably so needy.
It’s not so much what you believe
but how hard is it you will believe.
The air you breath you do not see,
yet it’s anywhere you choose to be.
‘Read this in Morgan Freeman’s voice’
If aliens had won the War of the Worlds,
they would’ve run over our households,
lord over all our planet’s other neighbors,
living in all our very likeness and colours.
Love is commonest feeling abused
but sympathy most popularly used.
Words can never express as much,
even if at their best they say such.
It could be greener on the other side,
but you never really tell from this side.
You can expect, hope, deduce or pray,
but plan because it may go either way.
Most times it’s Yes when I think No.
Often enough, I do not even know.
But then I do have the conscience;
a friend on either side of the fence.
People want more than they get,
every relief comes with its regret.
Then waste it and still want more,
and their merriment makes it sore.
When you started thinking
problem is everybody else,
maybe problem is looking
right in the mirror you face.
Do not live your life afraid;
take the leap, like it is said.
Having faith in yourselves,
making proud of ourselves.
People have very short memories,
which is so incredible on its own.
Same folks repeat same tragedies,
claiming innocence for guilt borne.
It’s actually your duty to be useful,
your duty to take care of yourself.
Your responsibility to be careful,
for everybody else and yourself.
Just to think about it for a moment
lingers on like brain waves on rent.
Taking form but not actually there,
yet it’s there not fully or ever clear.
If you run away once, you’ve a reason.
You quit once again, you’ve a decision.
You repeat in once more, it’s a mission.
When you do again, you’re the reason.
Gloom clouds over when it is fine,
moons in any life loses their shine.
Whenever the circumstance allow,
the brightness returns soon in tow.
Courage is to admit any weakness
and doing something firm about it.
Bravery is recognizing true fairness
and damning all the cost of getting it.
We are all here to do what we can,
also attempt following some plan.
We are not just here solely to live,
we are here because we are alive.
We are a sum total of what it takes,
the creature of all choices it makes.
Remember well on all your behalf,
people would want what you have.
To keep for themselves, not share.
Even your last piece, they won’t care.
Remember well on all your behalf,
people would want what you have.
To keep for themselves, not share.
Even your last piece, they won’t care.
Do folks really change, who knows.
Certainly a person ages and grows
and alter tastes and pause in ways,
so become reflective of their ways.
The walls have ears and they share,
they will carry tales far without fear.
Deepest room can never hide that,
which its walls reveals in their craft.
Judgement day is long in the past,
terminators now walk in our midst.
People long created their down fall,
the machines are already in control.
Regret is not the useless emotion,
it has its uses in the right situation.
Hopelessness is the most retched,
because regret corrects one notion
but hope once defeated is ill-fated.
Even the mightiest will fall one day
and it’s pride downed and floored.
The firmest structures would sway
and surely some day be uprooted.
Everyone believes in something too,
something bigger than them or you.
So if they say; their force be with you,
simply also say; be also with you too.
All those who are easily offended,
are also quite easily manipulated.
Guarded peace also taken for sure.
So take peace everywhere you go,
hidden in a bag, never let it show.
Dying is easy, it is living that’s hard.
So is giving up everything one had.
But wouldn’t everything we’ve got,
one day all be easily gone and lost?
People have a desire to believe
and it is insatiable without relief.
They would have faith in untruths,
and grow trees from rubber fruits.
Everybody knows why liars lie,
because everyone has told a lie.
Where the truth isn’t convenient,
lies steal in briefly to be sufficient.
The day is ending and the sun sets;
all the birds hurrying to their nests.
Men row to rest and put oars away,
Time restart tomorrow, a day away.
Should value loyalty above all else;
because other emotions are a phase.
But loyalty is at the ultimate zenith,
where all emotions converge to meet.
I gladly spend every midnight’s end
grateful I am alive into another day.
Rather than one night at year’s end
that I had again seen one more day.
Words aren’t cheap, believe it.
Words are certainly expensive.
What’s cheap lack words for it;
why it’s not quite as expressive.
Words express trip to the moon,
such as the blind will imagine it.
Whether late, timely or too soon,
words colours haziness and fix it.
Saw Mona Lisa on the train today.
Where she’s off to, she didn’t say.
Too bad I did not get her number.
But wait, I know what to call her!
When a woman has sex with a man
he leaves an imprint over her mind.
It is not the same case for the man,
his is all physical and doesn’t mind.
The woman cheats for the emotion
loving her own man conditionally.
While men love with little emotion
and love a woman unconditionally.
So if he hurts her and she forgives,
he realizes value of her truest love.
When she forgets it; truly forgives,
she submits her existence to love.
But a bastard forgets this yet again,
for men cheat with bodily pleasure.
He is wired to cause a woman pain.
She cheats for emotional pleasure.
It feels natural for people to wait;
wait for time, to be born and grow.
Maybe all of life is about one wait,
and one long wait ends the show.
The Lie had said to the Truth,
“Let us take a bath together.
water is very nice for a bath
and no one will be a bother.”
They got naked and bathed.
Suddenly Lie had leapt out,
got out the water and bolted,
wearing the clothes of Truth.
Furious Truth climbed out too
but didn’t get her clothes back.
But world sees the naked Truth,
look away with anger, turn back.
Poor Truth returns in the water,
disappeared ever in her shame.
Since Lie runs about in laughter
and truth stay hidden in shame.
Society hosts Lies all so happy;
Lies all dressed up as the Truth.
World without a desire to marry
and to embrace the naked Truth.
Jean-Léon Gérôme: 1896)