Taste speech my brother,
Crave for words in reply.
Yearn to see yet another,
To see, touch and go by;
For lonely is every breather.
Sweet is straight yet unclear,
Always new with its old fare.
But bitter doesn’t ever share,
Though it is sinister but sincere,
So real and that shade unfair.
Be great to look and see, and just let as it all be.
Do what could and should, with no reserves for would.
Note the horizons as set, to appreciate as they let.
When death does make lone; to say yes! It is all done.
This isn’t the story of our wives;
With each and all we share life,
Parting and bridging as we leave.
Each and all of us is this thief.
We lead with all emotions canal,
Lustily wanting all just temporal.
For we only tell from the external;
Wishing, hoping it is so internal.
Rolled in next is the nature,
The feelings growing to mature.
We regard or discard a culture
To marry dreams, make a future.
The investments yield their sanity,
Our character tests its immunity.
The lucky are in blissful humility,
Off springing, living, fostering humanity.
Measurement elude even more less,
For all other lust is meaningless.
Finally, love rules all the featureless,
Together we die till eternity endless.
Sim played ‘a lil’ house’
On the Muddy’s bank.
Then came a lil’ mouse
And Sim’s skin shrank.
Sim slipped and fell,
Splash into the Muddy.
Soon lil’ Sim could tell
To swim is so hardy.
Lil’ Sim so drank
The bad muddy water.
As her tiny head sank
No one saw Sim later.
Where lil’ Sim will be
Clothes are not clean,
Eyes dark as night be,
They eat no lil’ bean.
O lil’ Sim’s friends
Don’t you wish her here?
Warm beds and story ends,
Like all here who hear.
Why’ll this air carry a plane
And not carry me alone too,
Or indeed a speech in its vein
Across nothing instantly true.
Why will a big city of a ship
Sail oceans leagues in depth
And I sink in a pool as I sleep,
Like many tiny pebbles too wept.
I see no answer in practice
Or reason in their pattern.
Where a dream does surface,
There my sleep shows concern.
TAMING AS THE CONSCIENCE
With this thought comes the word
That a taught mind does afford.
From the heart’s thrust for action,
The spirit reveals its intension.
Creeping up guts and spines
Of the anguished, as he pines.
The real is seen not as before,
For requests never ever bore.
One thoughtless act or yet
Another rehearsed and so wet,
Could afterwards be active
And securely hold any captive.
Days go by written with them,
Hours pass mindless also then.
As minutes and their seconds
Of their pain’s mocking bonds.
Like it isn’t the mouth but words,
Such is its worth not all it lords.
Amassed and roots evil in its mood,
Prosperity as penury sees evil in its good.
The dance of this naked wind will exert.
Its feel and thrill, invincible not exact.
In an eternal plunge for fingers to hold,
Elusive water is leashed forever as told.
All satisfaction is a moon lit scene
That passes on as soon as it is seen.
Like weeds in bloom nurtured in dew,
Money is too common to be any new.