FADING MEMORIES
like morning grass and dew
you and I always knew
that this love was true
.. help me remember..
though the memories are getting so few
of those days when together we grew
though I know I cant get them all a new
but today.. help me remember..at least a few
A cry for Help
ooh, so tired,
Exhausted.
A bone deep tiredness.
so evident
in this red worried eyes,
and this shaky hands.
so obvious
In another dry joke,
and
louder in the exaggerated laughter that follows.
you can feel it
in the limp handshakes,
and the false,moronic conversations.
little makes sense anymore,
not football not politics
and definitely,
not love
nothing seems real.
Ideas forced down my throat,
20 years of regurgitating
but
in my chest burns this craving.
I yearn for freedom.
freedom,
to think and decide,
to disagree
and
please I beg,
freedom to make mistakes.
No, I am not sad,just disappointed
disappointed that that I thought it was all about me,
disappointed that I took my eyes off the prize
and forgot that life is more than ice cream
that love is more than a dream.
YES..disappointed
because I complain more than I encourage
and because I forgot to pray this morning
because I give up before I try
and because my room is in a mess
because I judge before I listen
and because I am yet to start on my assignments
because I lost focus somewhere
and because I did not rhyme in this poem.
I tried to stop them but the tears just rained.
the lost memories my heart yes, it pained.
trying to fit in, I stretched and strained.
Feelings hurt,like an ankle sprained
the good fight all my strength it drained
but now all my dues I've paid
to hope and to love I have trained
enemies I've lost friends I've gained
so you forge forward,
and you try to forget all blahs you made
and just when you think you have this whole blah thing figured out,
you and I always knew
that this love was true
.. help me remember..
though the memories are getting so few
of those days when together we grew
though I know I cant get them all a new
but today.. help me remember..at least a few
A cry for Help
Exhausted.
A bone deep tiredness.
so evident
in this red worried eyes,
and this shaky hands.
so obvious
In another dry joke,
and
louder in the exaggerated laughter that follows.
you can feel it
in the limp handshakes,
and the false,moronic conversations.
little makes sense anymore,
not football not politics
and definitely,
not love
nothing seems real.
Ideas forced down my throat,
20 years of regurgitating
but
in my chest burns this craving.
I yearn for freedom.
freedom,
to think and decide,
to disagree
and
please I beg,
freedom to make mistakes.
Disappointed
About the long face,the frown on my face.No, I am not sad,just disappointed
disappointed that that I thought it was all about me,
disappointed that I took my eyes off the prize
and forgot that life is more than ice cream
that love is more than a dream.
YES..disappointed
because I complain more than I encourage
and because I forgot to pray this morning
because I give up before I try
and because my room is in a mess
because I judge before I listen
and because I am yet to start on my assignments
because I lost focus somewhere
and because I did not rhyme in this poem.
ADJUSTMENTS
Friends I've lost and enemies I've gained.I tried to stop them but the tears just rained.
the lost memories my heart yes, it pained.
trying to fit in, I stretched and strained.
Feelings hurt,like an ankle sprained
the good fight all my strength it drained
but now all my dues I've paid
to hope and to love I have trained
enemies I've lost friends I've gained
THIS IS DEEP
Life is blah blah blah.
you wish for blah, and some time you get it
but its mostly just blah.
you wish for blah, and some time you get it
but its mostly just blah.
and you try to forget all blahs you made
and just when you think you have this whole blah thing figured out,
Death comes along and its all blah blah blah.
IF' Rudyard Kipling; one of the best poems ever written
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
