Sunday, May 7, 2017

The Fool's Philosophy

The Fool's Philosophy
On the jagged edge of sanity,
To go this way or that?
To take the easy way out or take the laborious brittle path of truth,
Some do step aside to take the tumultuous tracks of treachery,
To trample over smooth rocks, stones, grass and waylaid thorns,
Fondle the vines and pluck perfumed purple flowers of deceit, from the very base of their nasty shoots,
To share some with others, and, to keep few for self,
To tear apart the flesh of the forbidden fruit, and out spit, like seeds, the bitter truths.

On this steep road of truth, that merges into the lofty green hills of happiness,
Stop! See the way, lest the perfumes of purple flowers draw you to a euphoric play,
Halt, and see the vines tangle your legs, and scuttle the right step,
Fend, as they slash your chest and pierce your heart, ensnare your senses.
‘I go this way or that? I go this way or that?’ You chant in a trance.
And to answer that is a humongous maddening task.
And then The Fool steps in,
The words of the mad speak the words of the truth,
Spoken without fear,
Spoken to spook:

Fool of the wise sane world! Hey ho!
Fool on the way!
Hit on the head! Nay no!
Steps of a cur stray!
Knock on Wood!
Bury the black cat!
Walk Away!
And remember this mad cap!’

‘Why did you leave the grass so green?
Why did you take the paths that gleamed?
And thus the vines pulled and pulled,
And thus were your senses poisoned and lulled,
The mind, the thoughts went into a twisted play,
 Turned your intentions to sway! Hey! Hey ! Hey Now!
Cut of the vines and shake of the mud!
Crush the purple flowers the moment they bud!
Jump over the fence and cross over the thorny twines!
Keep to the brittle path of truth as it winds,
Goal to the horizon and with an eye on your soul,
The path to happiness will slowly enfold,
Remember, sanity is standing on the edge of a thin line to be cruel,

Never forget, dear wise man of the world, the wisdom in the words of this Philosopher Fool!

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Broken & Undone

A stab in the back,
What is done, can't be undone,
A straw breaks the spine,
An axe in the foot, and what is strewn
behind are severed remains,

Once broken, remains broken,
You are never the same again and 'They' are never the same again,
Life, Love, Friendship,
Once broken, can never be the same again.

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Will & Success ( Part 3)


With a will as a rock,
A desire a deep ocean,
Mind like the sky,
Spirit of the sun,
Starts the success in motion

The flame now roars,
Now having reached the world shores,
Many defeats,
Make the success a sweet lore,

An enormous feeling even the more,

To be continued....

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Will & Success ( Part 2)

Gritted teeth and clenched fist
Fighting all odds
Ones own destiny to be made
With some help from God

Race against time
Walk against wind
Penniless nights

Through hell and partly singed be continued.

Thursday, February 16, 2017


Gleaming cars and marigold showers,🌻🌻
Red carpets and ivory towers,
A whiff of success,📸💰
The poisionous perfume,🍷
Ignites the flickered spark to flame and fume.💣
   ...To be continued.....

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Rough Cut Life

It is a tad bit sudden, for the others cruel,
To be discovered  that you were no fool,
So, silently opens the blooming flower,
Preceding a fragrance, form the dredges to the high towers.

From the jagged black rock shines the sparkling stone,
If one had not seen, none would have known,
Out from the darkness of others where it appears, it beams,
To the jewelers eye it catches ,it gleams,

To have risen up separated, from being blamed for ways of others,
Why jealous do others feel ? And envy others feel? You can try and appeal,
Are we to know when to rise and fall?
Who to support and whom to stall?
But ,
Support we must ,stall we must,
Rise we must and fall we must,
And such we fall that we turn to ash, to turn to dust,

 Then the time goes, wind blows, and tumbling white water flows,
The dust rises in throes, scattering and compressing,
 Funneling, caressing and shaping,
Turning into statues, monuments ,and tall buildings,
Tall ,strong ,hard ,set in platinum and gold,
Magnificent, unique, superb and splendid,
Articulate and candid,
A rough cut stone ,a rough cut life.

Friday, October 28, 2016

Waiting For The Muse

Hello friends! Has it ever occurred that you love to create and that creativity just doesn't come to you? OR you have a favourite band/ musician and you are waiting for them to release a song and you wait and wait? But isn't it also true that the adventure is in the wait and the chase? Life's destinations are the same, its the journey that is the challenge. Well here is a poem on the Muse! Enjoy!

Waiting for the Music

Is it that the flowers speak to the bees?

Or the leaves whisper to the trees?

And the shimmering dark ponds, gaze at Venus at night?

And when shall the moon shine out that light?

As we wait for the whistling winds to blow,

In the distance the fireflies glow,

When will we hear the music sweet, we ponder and wonder, we look, we seek?

When shall the muse strum her songs?

 We have been waiting  just far too long!

And thus we gaze and thus we wait,

On her door steps and near the gates,

When shall she open her bolted doors?

And send her mellifluous music across the shores?