proud of our
reason and logic
but the crux of the
matter is that in fact
there are no such things!
Wisdom is our capital but
it can not run the business
of the baffling life, ever fast
changing historical knowledge
is our power but can not drive the
vehicle unknown which moving fast,
randomly, there is no static truth or the
truth straight but the biggest truth is that
there is no such truth, random changing
is the only rule but more puzzling are
the things when plays havoc the
anti-rules, riddle multiplies
in more complex riddles,
system breaks down
into miracles and
crushing your
vanity of
super intellect, no options are left to you
rather than to bow and awe! The more you
go deep the more you find deeper darkness
bewilderment is the only super king in the
kingdom of perplexity but the happy thing is
that contradiction of life is in full agreement
to disagree amicably till man gets any clue, I
hope we can, no matter whether it’s me or you.
Mid revel and mirth and song.
I looked in your eye with a mute, mute cry,
As you elbowed your way through the throng.
Alone in that crowd of men who bowed,
And flattered, and flirted around,
Your quick thought guessed the woe in my breast,
And you sprang to my side with a bound.
In a whisper as faint as a south wind’s plaint,
I murmured my need to you.
‘A sandwich!’ I wailed, then your strong eye quailed,
For oh! they were thin and few.
And about them hustled and pushed and tussled,
A score of desperate men.
But you drew your breath, and you hissed ”Sdeath!’
And then you turned back again.
‘Ladye!’ you cried with haughty pride,
While your dark eye flashed on me,
‘If I risk my life in yon seething strife
What shall my guerdon be?’
‘May I hope for a line that shall be all mine,
A song by the world unheard?
From rivals detested, shall the sandwich be wrested,
If thou wilt but say the word.’
‘If you reach that goal, I vow by my soul,
(I spoke in a desperate tone)
And I live till that time, I will write you a rhyme,
A rhyme to be all your own.’
‘Nay more, if you try, and in warfare die,
As sometimes befalls the brave,
In lines of glory I’ll wreathe your story
And lay them upon your grave.’
Like a knight of old, with an air that was bold,
You turned from my side and went,
Past salad dish, past deviled fish,
Past cake and condiment.
With a step unswerving and a speed deserving
A better reward-alack!
You crossed the room ‘neath the red globes’ gloom,
Bent on the sandwich’s track
My heart stood still in a nameless chill,
As I saw you stride away,
For fair girls’ smiles, and punch bowl’s wiles,
Both by your roadside lay.
With the fever fire of hunger dire,
I saw you pass them straight,
And I almost wept as your bold hand swept
To the waning sandwich plate.
Then back you came with your cheek aflame,
And the victor’s glow in your eye;
Oh! it was grand to see you stand
With the sandwich held on high.
So here and now, I keep my vow;
(Tho’ the sandwich is no more)
I would rise from my hearse and write that verse,
If it were not written before.
Envoi
Poet, we know that many men go,
Forth on that self-same track,
With purpose as high, to do or die,
But they bring no sandwich back.
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ourselves
most
clearly…
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the
eyes
of
other
people…< br>
in their struggles,
their mistakes,
and their triumphs!
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the
headlong
pursuit
of
the
American
dream…
destroy
the
American
ideal….
forgetting that neighbors
need neighbors
to make a life!
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Have come to see,
Eye to eye.
Cleared are the clouds,
From misunderstandings allowed.
Détente did not come easy.
No sullen breeze,
Was this with it…
When that came!
We…
You and I,
Have come to see,
A shame we both came to claim,
To disperse and dispel…
The hell that kept us blinded!
In mindsets now left behind.
We…
You and I,
Know this détente,
Brings goodwill!
We share to give,
And this does us well.
To feel it be fulfilled
To grow and explore…
Together,
This life we live!
Letting a détente,
To flow between us as it is!
And free us of negative,
Stagnating ills that kill.
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Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on…
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Nothing to protect or keep us from being neglected.
We’ve been disrespectful of ourselves.
And we expect…
A rescue mission to come and find us,
In a wilderness of mess we nested…
To willfully let it become infested?
Don’t look at me…
With readied criticisms!
I have been prepared all my life,
To voice my thoughts.
Whether wrong or right…
Day or night!
I have not chosen flight as my expression of rebellion!
Many were those times I took to the streets,
To become my own Grand Marshal.
Even though it was disregarded as a display of ego.
But I did not compromise my dignity.
And I see none of that…
OR pride around!
We…
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on…
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Some have chosen to flaunt their pretensions.
Others went on to do good deeds.
Very few I see could care less about their own survival.
And you accuse me of being insensitive?
Remember this…
I have always kept my identity intact!
I didn’t sell my soul to trinkets.
To play games of ‘I-Can-Out-Shine’
Never did I find the time to laugh at anyone.
Even though I did think…
Those I now see in sorrow,
Were completely out of their minds.
We…
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on…
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Nothing to protect or keep us from being neglected.
We’ve been disrespectful of ourselves.
And we expect…
A rescue mission to come and find us,
In a wilderness of mess we nested…
To willfully let it become infested?
Here is my resumé!
And there is nothing I have earned,
That spells out rejection on it!
I’ve gained from my despair.
And licked my own damn wounds…
With a wish to assist others heal!
Do you know how that feels…
To have your own turn away,
From that reach to appeal?
And I am glad those who now cry,
Did not find me qualified!
Self-serving?
Yes…it is!
And well deserved.
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this life
together
be wondrous
and amazing
in good and bad
times as shared without
expectations or
selflessly gain’s
sharing love and
emotions
forgiveness
and peace
amid
us
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Try to analyze it all,
We arrive at different roads,
Different answers
For each one,
But none conclusive
Except, for the believer,
For all others, all is theory
Falling Autumn leaves
Full of color and windy fury
Yet, leading, nowhere.
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Try to analyze everything
And finally, we walk away
Not knowing anything,
Theory and Mystery
Remain,
Our only tree of knowledge.