Going across the bridge
not in a hurry
saw a small ridge
something to worry
stopped awhile
deliberated for a moment
crossed without a trial
well, has won the tournament.
Going across the bridge
not in a hurry
saw a small ridge
something to worry
stopped awhile
deliberated for a moment
crossed without a trial
well, has won the tournament.
It was a random selection
done with a distraction
never to any point of definition
very much simple in proposition
not akin to any perfection
very common and ordinary
had to be accepted without query
dissatisfaction expressed in a hurry
would take one to pick up rivalry
finally end up in a terrible desolation
without any tangible resolution
only would be extreme frustration
leads us to a deep depression
away from any progress
an undeniable onus.
Going back and front for convenience
going through all sides easily
proclaim a dilemma.
Decisions once taken good or bad
have to be adhered strictly
be it at any cost.
Long deliberations whatsoever
bring on confusions forever
delivering a fall out.
These happen everywhere
be it in courts or arbitrations
throwing justice out.
Buying through all these ideas
gets along with a falsification
which bring not a fair deal.
Oscillations do not work
just shake the fundamentals
It is a long time deliberation
as why it happens only to me
all others get their rights
I being denied of all them right
both being of no avail
I sit back with a sigh
blaming myself for all the deficits
only that I can do freely
as others around me go with my share
living happily and joyfully
never thinking of my plight
Oh! that be my misfortune in sight
let that be, I stand up again
with a renewed vigour and thought
let bygone be on the go
let me accept life for whatever it is
as no long could I go and fight
with the age going up with the years
resignation settles in with a lasting feel
might be another few more years
I would be around both alert and agile
living those years with a peace
and with a contentment is my goal.
A thought comes up
might sound little odd
but that keeps me for long
the purpose of living
forces me to deliberate
as I sit alone
watching the birds fly.
What is it I am doing ?
having lived so long
having to live for how many years more?
I really do not know
existing with no kind of plan
involving into nothing great
just working, eating and sleeping
has been my way all thorough
I notice a bird coming near a window
the monotony of life has an effect
that of strain in the routine
breaking would prove a threat
following the course so long
what have I achieved
nothing real or tangible
I have advanced in age
the little bird sits on the window sill
I now look at it for long
slowly realising the truth
loneliness is only a feeling
and the prodding I did all along
have unfolded a deep truth
that of life in all its form
telling me about being born
have to go through the life cycle
that is ordained for one
whether it be for good or bad
making it remarkable or functional
is not in our hands entirely
the will and the wish have to be there
along with the conductivity and conduciveness
which create an environment of meaningful transaction.
the bird in a wink flies into the wilderness
The morning looks dull
with people not seen about
nothing happens in full
as there is none going out.
What be the cause I wonder
I could infer nothing so far
as I think about in a ponder
I trace nothing great ajar.
It might be a holiday, I conclude
holidays are spent not at home I know
as people go over with a schedule
visiting places with glee in a row.
What else would it be? I think aloud
while my son sits facing me with a tease
What is your botheration now? he talks loud
Keep going not thinking of things in pieces.
Telling him of my deliberation straight
he unable to control his laughter
holds my hand and says with words right
you have other things to care about now and after.
Still my mind persists on its thought
wanting to know why the day is lifeless
my son reaches me with a plot
taking me into the city for a drive nevertheless
The days I have lived
should it be fair enough to say
the years I have lived
that sounds good considering my age
have been spent on nothing I feel
having lived like a tree or plant
No! that would not be a befitting comparison
as they have given shade and yield
I have been through with no initiative
just eating and sleeping all through
doing nothing serious and practical
can I ascribe my existence to a stone?
Oh! that would not be a proper equation
as a stone has stood the test of times
remaining patient for centuries together
but I am worthless than a stone greatly
Well, did you say only now you have come to know
with a jeer and a smile in recognising my inability
Well, that mockery is not without relevance
as I had been all through irrelevant.
Deliberating on a point
wanting to find out in a joint
could one believe people around
could one go by their advice in sound
This happens to me in periods
when some event becomes tedious
considering the imminence
overseeing the inference.
With the thought there arises a situation
as to trust the friends with total obsession
also to have faith in relatives seriously
gaining a perplexity in terms incidentally.
The dilemma sticks on all through
believing or not takes the foremost
losing interest in the specific event utmost.
Carrying forward is a financial term.
Carrying the loss is to bring down tax .
Carrying the profit is to lure investors.
Carrying the profit and loss is to run the show.
Well that is how corporates manage to survive.
Well that is how corporates revive.
Well that is how corporates manipulate.
Well that is how the executives contemplate.
Carry forward finds its way into the registry.
Carry forward drives a designed delivery.
Carry forward is a disciplined indulgence.
Carry forward is a logical reference.
A thought has led to many investigations.
A thought has brought about many definitions.
A thought for sure can bring about many interpretations.
Well a thought has released a thoughtful deliberation.
Heard of slice of bread for sure.
It keeps the tummy full all the more.
Heard about the slice of cake not unsure
It makes the lip smack ever more.
Heard about the slice of life in an assure.
It is a narration of experience nothing more.
Bread is for sustenance no doubt.
It is the basic requirement for all.
Cake is for a difference no doubt.
It is a desired inclination for the tall.
Life is a reference no doubt.
It is a practical restoration before a fall.
Slices give directions almost.
Leading to an enactment in their way.
Survival is never a question most.
Enjoyment is also never a problem most.
Pulling on is ever a challenge almost.
So slices are but reactions definite at the most.