I survived

The day dawned bright,
Nagging fear, within slight,
Results and outcome I await,
Of the exam, to decide the fate,

At the time of the email,
Grimace I did, looking pale.
To clear the obstacle, would I fail?
Stumble or would I prevail?

A signal, positive, I asked
Fear I bravely masked,
And, then in the glory I basked,
This one I had surpassed!

Prismatic

A full rainbow, perchance I viewed
In its full splendorous seven
Be it a slit in the sky,
Or a bridge between earth and heaven.

I got my pot of gold,
My own, my very own.
I didn’t need the leprechauns
For seeds of my success are sown.

A promise I see it as, from above
A cleansed earth, by the rain
Embellished then, by the vibgyor
And, life thus shall remain.

A critical critique

Critical critique

A good laugh, that is what,
My story would seem to all,
Playing a joke on me is
Someone up there and all.

Laughter remedies distress,
Wiping away the tears,
Self deprecating hilarity
Leverage it, to allay my fears.

An escape into morrow

My feeble attempt at vacation,
I sit out there, soaking up the sun,
Try to Drink in the joys of nature,
A day like this is a good one.

Take in, what you can today,
Who can predict what’s in store?
Here today, elsewhere tomorrow,
No point living in the yore!

Qualms, no calm

Can I eat myself to obscurity?
Like the customary caterpillar
Will days in a cocoon then,
Turn me into something else?

Beauty is far from my mind.
Nor colorful transformations.
Seeking the elusive peace,
And for happiness to follow.

Have I not asked for before?
Feeling a sense of déjà vu
Repetitive I have become
Like a broken record, I sound.

Direct me, not!

Directions, are they any use?
I go my way, they go theirs.
Who in the world gets to say
This way to go and not that
To do as one’s pleasing,
Is what life’s about, ain’t it?
Would we then cease to be,
A visceral being isn’t so bad.
As creatures, to roam the world!