'Q' Please

I never could quite comprehend,
what issue is with queues and lines?
What is it that makes people tend,
to utterly ignore their simple signs?

What makes men jump queues I wonder;
What makes them think they're above the rules;
Are they blind to the people yonder
waiting patiently, or think them fools?

In the fast-paced world of today,
everyone has a sense of urgency.
Prior claims consume each hour of the day.
And even declare claim over decency.

Each man has been allotted a fair share,
Of time to fulfill his destiny.
The seeds of action he sows shall bear,
flowers of praise or thorns of ignominy.

So when you next see the sign of a Queue,
patiently wait for your turn to come.
For one day the wronged one might be you,
As you jostle to enter God's Kingdom.

To be or not to be

"'Choices make a man', it's said,
And never were truer words spoken.
For your choices carve the path to be led;
Your true destiny, they betoken.

As the decisive moment nears,
with death staring you in the face,
your innate character appears,
when you choose glory over disgrace.

There never walked a man on Earth,
who cared nought for his own demise.
But what determined his true worth,
was the conquest of his fears to rise.

Transcending over mortals mere,
lies the prospect of immortalizing your name.
At the altar of Glory, sacrifice your fears,
And achieve perpetual, glorious fame."

All in a day's philosophy

What is this hollow hopelessness,
that carves me up inside?
It makes me feel so lost and dismal,
as if someone close just died.

My heart feels raw like a fresh flesh wound;
In it, a fissure of immense proportions.
Such a lot that can never be reconciled;
An abysmal chasm, of intellect and emotion.

I surrender to the fact that it's one of those days,
When you feel the weight of existence
And your own futility in this vast expanse;
How life never deigns to make sense.

But as I transform these thoughts to words
And put those words to paper
I can feel a different emotion evolving
As my ill-mood begins to taper.

There's sunshine stealing into my heart
And at its persistent insistence,
I realise doing my best is good enough
Life doesn't need to make any more sense.

Without you

You spoke to me of endless treasures,
Of lands unventured, of limitless pleasures,
you spoke of joys that we would share,
you spoke of an era without a care

You painted pictures in vivid shades;
Of walking barefoot in lush green glades,
Under azure skies with cottony clouds.
But never once we talked of white shrouds.

Alone, I walk this barren landscape,
a dreary life, with no hope of escape.
I write alone, alone I read,
Alone I heal, alone I bleed

Alone, I'm left to my own devices,
to brood alone on your virtues and vices,
Alone I seek to find solace in memories,
I seek alone to nurse my miseries.

I endure to fulfill a reckless vow,
Given in love; half-forgotten now.
And now I await my wretched end,
my soul eternally with yours to blend.

I didn't order a Monday!

Monday, oh Monday, why ever do you come?
To wipe the smile off my face, the tune from my hum.

You reduce me to a shell of my Friday self, you do,
And turn all the lively yellow in my heart to dismal blue.

You make me mourn the weekend that no longer is;
I yearn all day long for that sweet slumbering bliss.

Please do be so kind as to speedily bid me adieu,
I have neither need, nor love, nor any charm of you

Humour

I sincerely, ardently, fervently wish I had a fraction of the incredible sense of humour that Lav Pandey possesses. Sure I can write loads of hogwash if I will but the exquisite subtlety of humour achieved by this guy is nonpareil. He can make humour out of thin air, quite literally. I bow down to him and hope to be enlightened somewhat by following his FB updates :D

Let it flow... (2010)

An off on a Friday,
Like free JD on a dry day,
Ignites the heart with joy;
Unexpected, yet welcome,
wholesomely winsome,
Here it comes, Ahoy!!!