A one sided love affair, Is not a story many would share, Cos we’ve created a world Where we are embarrassed with anything short of gold. But tell me o’ friend Is it really the end, When I am lucky to have felt the ecstasy of endless love, Then to have felt the evanescent joy of a treasure trove. However the question does remain, How long do I live with the pain? The answer that I hear whispered in my ear, Is just wait, soon the light I shall see, I need not fear. The Universe will do what is best, All I have to do is live in zest.
There are times in our life, When we think it’s not worth the strife. That we’d rather quit this crap, Get the hell out of this miserable trap. Like many if you too think life is hard, That you’ve been dealt the wrong card, Maybe it’s time to pause, Time to reflect upon the cause. If your mirror does not lie, And to see the truth you are not shy, In the reflection you will see, Life is only as difficult as YOU make it to be. Relinquish your obsessive need to control all of your existence, And the Universe will yield to your every wish, even if it’s nonsense.
Had a whale (literally) of an Easter weekend @ Trincomalee. Thought I’d share it in the form of a poetree.
Thank you Trincomalee for reminding me, Of the world that we forget to see. Of the beauty that cannot be painted, And the miracles that we take for granted. I always did wonder where the sun hides at night, Till I saw him emerge from the Trinco sea to share his light, Like a gracious hero every night he gives way, For the moon to paint the sea shimmering silver with her ray. Hypnotic canvas laid, she then put on her greatest most dazzling act, A performance for which with us she seems to have a pact, Swallowing herself, only to teasingly reappear, Reminding me, the miracles of the universe are truly beyond compare. The joy of feeling the wind on your face, Is also cause for immense praise, Whether while riding at your own pace, Or simply basking by the moonlight in raptured daze. The gentle caress of the wave, Is not much unlike how lovers would behave, Lovingly stroking your body as if to apologize once more, For the hurt she caused in the winter of 2004. One morning I ventured far into the sea, Torpedoes I thought were coming at me, But if torpedoes were as harmless as a sperm whale, Then would it not be a beautiful world to sail? Where else will you find deer grazing so free? Or a peacock perched by an open tree? The marvelous mammoth statue of Lord Shiv, That is inspiration enough for anyone to live. Thank you Trincomalee for reminding me, Of the many colours of the sea, Of the beauty that cannot be painted, And the miracles that we should not take for granted.
Here are visuals to the verses.
Last but not least a word on Chaaya Blu, A staff always smiling and a view so true, The days passed by, I knew not how my time flew.
We are oh so eager to offer our opinions, It helps us nought save make our breath reek like onions. Especially when we speak on subjects we know of none, To be satisfied with only shallow minds won. “Of course there should be a #beefban” “BBC news! I’m no longer a fan!” “Did you see the crass roast show from AIB?” “No, but I am all for never allowing those jerks to pee!” Thinking ones with the strongest opinions are hailed wise, We force ourselves to take stands that are nothing but true lies. For we forget the maxim so pure, That “Only the stupid are cocksure” I say, “There is no harm in sitting on a fence And having a hearty laugh at all this nonsense.”
That’s my opinion on opinions.
Mid Week Geek Peek #4
I was told if you want to find the light You've got to give up all your fight So I let her be Coz I wanted to see If letting go would make the ending bright.
How we toil through our lives, Trying to please father, mother and wives, How we wait for the day For those magic words, dare I say! “I am so proud of you” Those words may be few, Yet the joy that we feel Makes all our sorrows heal. But do be careful, cos little do we know The futility of the smiles we try to bestow, The very road to fulfil another’s expectations, Is the same that leads to heart wrenching consternation. Let us think not about pleasing another And maybe our life might be with a little less bother.