1.Forest In The Backyard...
In the backyard of my home,
A forest lingered,its density unknown.
I wanted to visit it,my curiosity prone,
The attraction was too much,as in the morning light it shone.
In the backyard of my home,
A horse cart was lying,stooped like an inverted cone,
The horse somewhere in jungle,free from the tethered groan,
The hinning voice I heared,reflecting from the stock and stone.
In the backyard of my home,
A dark world of animals,an alien abode,
The strange sounds to the outsider are all a code,
The place where the angels fear to tread,is nothing but a natural dome.
In the backyard of my home,
There exists a world unknown,a forest of thorn,
Where I went one day,my bravest move since I was born,
A terrifying place I must say,not a place for children to roam.
In the backyard of my home,
I experienced a whole new world,beastly yes,
But atleast pure and unsoiled,free from the human mess,
I came back shaken but got a new home
2.Going Back...nostalgia.
Some Of Those Days.....
I used to go to play,
Soaking wet,the night nigh,
My beat soaring,my spirits high,
never I used to say nay....
Some Of Those Days.....
I was an innocent bystander,
The world to me was full of chocolates,
Sweet sweet,yummy fun,never worried about the count of my platelates,
Never I went asking the fill to the bartender....
Some Of Those Days.....
I used to go to school,
Dressed all white,a little angel,
Bag too heavy,knowledge was hard to untangle,
Never I worried about being a fool.
Some Of Those Days.....
I used to laugh alot,
Joy no bounds,playful instincts galored,
Teeth bared,I dilligently said Oh! lord!!
Never I backbited & said what!!!?
Some Of Those Days.....
I used to run along unabated,
Time was never a factor,wasted alot!
Never know what`s going on,lost the plot!
Legs hurt,arms paining,spirit not jaded.
Some Of Those Days.....
I used to dream of god,
My eyelids closed,sleep overcame me.
Always I woke up to the rustling tree,
To right and righteousness,I always gave a nod.
But Now.............
Several years gone! My thoughts barely a reverberation.
I am proud of my life.
It calls for a celebration.
3.Lacuna
A lacuna lingers,
A symbiotic festers,
All relevance shimmers,
Yet the mirage never appears.
A lacuna lingers,
My thoughts banters,
A fire cinders,
Not all thomases though are doubters.
A lacuna lingers,
geography splinters,
Psyche murders,
I allay my fears.
A lacuna lingers,
My heart sings prayers,
Not a light,all nighters,
Seldom I caress some hairs.
A lacuna lingers,
A commong thread hangers,
Surmise the usurpers,
Never the evidence loiters.
A lacuna lingers,
Border lights twinkers,
The freedom blinkers,
The white horse tethers.
A lacuna lingers,
Hang atop the bearers,
The truth now in jitters,
Right to the left of the jesters.
A lacuna lingers..........
4.Coincidence........
Shining thru the cavern of ignorance,
My conscience gave me a cognizance,
Of the world that seemed void of clairvoyance.
The engines running along,fine but jaded with impugnance.
I know it all now,Yes sir! in all its resplendence,
Not severed! Not shunned, I am in acceptance.
Of the inert world order,but in abeyance.
How do I resist it,you ask,very well!, hear out the story of my patience.
The first hour I screamed ,second I cried,Third I stamped my feet in resonance,
Fourth I wiped my tears off sleeves,Fifth I pasted a smile of crocodile on my countenance.
What was left for me to do was to laugh which I did,albeit jest was never in it, not even in semblence.
I looked at my visage,made up,patched up,
now looking well fed & nurtured ,I conformed in a quick askance.
Now I imploded a world ,entirely different from the one I am bound in,all in ignorance!
In this world of mine,I choose to be a pauper,as no one is there to ridicule my despondence.
Never again I had to scour for a utopia,For I created one in me ,sheer oblivience.
Static I was ,Mobile I became,
Stagnant I was,fluid I became,
The silver lining? without any influence.
Coincidence?????
5. Seven Days of Nightmare.....
Come MONDAY & I wake up to work!
This is the day I resent and sulk!
The face of my boss,filled with smirk!
His expectation self evident,silently calling me a dork!
Come TUESDAY ,I get my spirit back!
When I look at the accolades prized in my rack!
Precisely then my luck runs out,& gets in my face with a smack!
Thought the end was bad,its afterall a two legged stork!
Come WEDNESDAY & my engines are revving & on track!
I see light at the tunnel-end,though it is still still and dark!
I work like a horse,not like a dog with no bite just a bark!
Third day of week,I completed with a hoot that was meek!
Come THURSDAY & I shout mayday! I need a spark!
Its all dull,Its all pointless,the ignominy stark!
The monotony`s all devouring,like a great white shark!
Last day of the formals,last day of the bottle with a cork!
Come FRIDAY & I was deep ino muck!
MY boss was after me ,running with a pointed fork!
I decided enough was enough,I let my papers honk!
Finally out of the captivity,the pig was spared the pork!
Come SATURDAY & I was happy as a lark!
Finally I never have to worry about any more or no perk!
Free bird I was now ,I sauntered in the park!
With autumn coming nigh,I sat by the tree`s bark!
Come SUNDAY & I reveled in the uncontrolled torque!
I no longer was called an ubiquitous jerk!
I didn`t worry about the girl,I gave upon the merck!
Salvation beackoned me,light finally won over the dark!!!
In the backyard of my home,
A forest lingered,its density unknown.
I wanted to visit it,my curiosity prone,
The attraction was too much,as in the morning light it shone.
In the backyard of my home,
A horse cart was lying,stooped like an inverted cone,
The horse somewhere in jungle,free from the tethered groan,
The hinning voice I heared,reflecting from the stock and stone.
In the backyard of my home,
A dark world of animals,an alien abode,
The strange sounds to the outsider are all a code,
The place where the angels fear to tread,is nothing but a natural dome.
In the backyard of my home,
There exists a world unknown,a forest of thorn,
Where I went one day,my bravest move since I was born,
A terrifying place I must say,not a place for children to roam.
In the backyard of my home,
I experienced a whole new world,beastly yes,
But atleast pure and unsoiled,free from the human mess,
I came back shaken but got a new home
2.Going Back...nostalgia.
Some Of Those Days.....
I used to go to play,
Soaking wet,the night nigh,
My beat soaring,my spirits high,
never I used to say nay....
Some Of Those Days.....
I was an innocent bystander,
The world to me was full of chocolates,
Sweet sweet,yummy fun,never worried about the count of my platelates,
Never I went asking the fill to the bartender....
Some Of Those Days.....
I used to go to school,
Dressed all white,a little angel,
Bag too heavy,knowledge was hard to untangle,
Never I worried about being a fool.
Some Of Those Days.....
I used to laugh alot,
Joy no bounds,playful instincts galored,
Teeth bared,I dilligently said Oh! lord!!
Never I backbited & said what!!!?
Some Of Those Days.....
I used to run along unabated,
Time was never a factor,wasted alot!
Never know what`s going on,lost the plot!
Legs hurt,arms paining,spirit not jaded.
Some Of Those Days.....
I used to dream of god,
My eyelids closed,sleep overcame me.
Always I woke up to the rustling tree,
To right and righteousness,I always gave a nod.
But Now.............
Several years gone! My thoughts barely a reverberation.
I am proud of my life.
It calls for a celebration.
3.Lacuna
A lacuna lingers,
A symbiotic festers,
All relevance shimmers,
Yet the mirage never appears.
A lacuna lingers,
My thoughts banters,
A fire cinders,
Not all thomases though are doubters.
A lacuna lingers,
geography splinters,
Psyche murders,
I allay my fears.
A lacuna lingers,
My heart sings prayers,
Not a light,all nighters,
Seldom I caress some hairs.
A lacuna lingers,
A commong thread hangers,
Surmise the usurpers,
Never the evidence loiters.
A lacuna lingers,
Border lights twinkers,
The freedom blinkers,
The white horse tethers.
A lacuna lingers,
Hang atop the bearers,
The truth now in jitters,
Right to the left of the jesters.
A lacuna lingers..........
4.Coincidence........
Shining thru the cavern of ignorance,
My conscience gave me a cognizance,
Of the world that seemed void of clairvoyance.
The engines running along,fine but jaded with impugnance.
I know it all now,Yes sir! in all its resplendence,
Not severed! Not shunned, I am in acceptance.
Of the inert world order,but in abeyance.
How do I resist it,you ask,very well!, hear out the story of my patience.
The first hour I screamed ,second I cried,Third I stamped my feet in resonance,
Fourth I wiped my tears off sleeves,Fifth I pasted a smile of crocodile on my countenance.
What was left for me to do was to laugh which I did,albeit jest was never in it, not even in semblence.
I looked at my visage,made up,patched up,
now looking well fed & nurtured ,I conformed in a quick askance.
Now I imploded a world ,entirely different from the one I am bound in,all in ignorance!
In this world of mine,I choose to be a pauper,as no one is there to ridicule my despondence.
Never again I had to scour for a utopia,For I created one in me ,sheer oblivience.
Static I was ,Mobile I became,
Stagnant I was,fluid I became,
The silver lining? without any influence.
Coincidence?????
5. Seven Days of Nightmare.....
Come MONDAY & I wake up to work!
This is the day I resent and sulk!
The face of my boss,filled with smirk!
His expectation self evident,silently calling me a dork!
Come TUESDAY ,I get my spirit back!
When I look at the accolades prized in my rack!
Precisely then my luck runs out,& gets in my face with a smack!
Thought the end was bad,its afterall a two legged stork!
Come WEDNESDAY & my engines are revving & on track!
I see light at the tunnel-end,though it is still still and dark!
I work like a horse,not like a dog with no bite just a bark!
Third day of week,I completed with a hoot that was meek!
Come THURSDAY & I shout mayday! I need a spark!
Its all dull,Its all pointless,the ignominy stark!
The monotony`s all devouring,like a great white shark!
Last day of the formals,last day of the bottle with a cork!
Come FRIDAY & I was deep ino muck!
MY boss was after me ,running with a pointed fork!
I decided enough was enough,I let my papers honk!
Finally out of the captivity,the pig was spared the pork!
Come SATURDAY & I was happy as a lark!
Finally I never have to worry about any more or no perk!
Free bird I was now ,I sauntered in the park!
With autumn coming nigh,I sat by the tree`s bark!
Come SUNDAY & I reveled in the uncontrolled torque!
I no longer was called an ubiquitous jerk!
I didn`t worry about the girl,I gave upon the merck!
Salvation beackoned me,light finally won over the dark!!!
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