First day, of many …

Today, a new phase begins,

Entering the elementary echelons,

Leave behind others’ fawns,

And setting aside nervous Pons.

 

Confident march toward the bus,

A wave, a ‘goodbye’ and no fuss,  

Looking from behind, in repress,

Pride and joy at the finesse.

 

Twiddling thumbs others scrambled,

With elan, the day was handled.

Mustering the whole mettle,

For the long haul, steadily settled.

Can’t beat, join?

 

 

Bribery I desist from,

The idealist agrees,

Skeptically, I move ahead,

From the shackles freed.

 

As time moves on,

My principles are clobbered.

I clutch on to the last straw,

But now steps are labored.

Zenith Zen

 

 

One step after another,

With feet feeling like lead,

As toward the peak, I gather,

My soul is waiting to be fed.

 

The top of the world feel,

The beautiful solitude,

In tranquility, I kneel,

Everything is perfectly tuned.

 

The blood and sweat, on the way,

Didn’t for a moment, matter,

In perfect harmony, I sway,

No thoughts, nowhere scatter.

Searing to fall

On a aesthetic high,

The trees felt, all summer,

The life flourished,

Never for a moment dimmer.

 

Now, there is a pause,

As the greens begin to hue,

Slowly take a fall,

As if, long overdue.

 

The warm dyed leaves,

Slowly waft to the ground,

Days lose the sheen,

And, clouds pale around.

 

It’s time to rest the weary limbs,

Take a break from dazzle,

Grays are not so bad,

As nature winds down her muscle.