Sometimes I allow the mind to wander,
With no moral limits to hold and surrender,
And I fly high up beyond the stars and sun,
With no place for conceit, quips or pun.
Quasi-morals that you reflect upon…
Political dramas…, they go on and on.
I may envisage a half full glass,
You may say its half empty, Alas!!!
With no moral limits to hold and surrender,
And I fly high up beyond the stars and sun,
With no place for conceit, quips or pun.
Quasi-morals that you reflect upon…
Political dramas…, they go on and on.
I may envisage a half full glass,
You may say its half empty, Alas!!!
Wait for the astute Luck to come n roster,
Deceit you would find, the clever imposter.
History averred - As you sow, so you reap
Behold your Karma – you laugh or weep.
Friends you will find, I totally agree
With hearts open and minds set free.
“Loser you are”, the world may say…
I believe in what the hearts convey.
Deceit you would find, the clever imposter.
History averred - As you sow, so you reap
Behold your Karma – you laugh or weep.
Friends you will find, I totally agree
With hearts open and minds set free.
“Loser you are”, the world may say…
I believe in what the hearts convey.
3 comments:
hey reji ,
its good, keep writing ... you can also try letting the thought flow to guide you rather than only the rhyme .
hehe , one error .. "roster" seems to mean something out of context..
Hey Karthik.. Thanks for the suggestion.. By "Roster" there is meaning register. I used it in that context.
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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