Fettered and free

 

 

Nervously I set out

To grab life by its horns

Changes that I envision

Are not without thorns

 

Puzzling, the actions seem

But that is just the way

Fearful, I admittedly am

Decisions, nothing shall sway

 

Lumped up life, I led

Unwavering the right course

Throwing caution to the winds

Freeing the shackles, I endorse.

Move on

Dead as doornail, my spirits are

Hunger for life, nonexistent by far

 

Threatening to stagnate, my days,

Unless mend, I did, my ways.

 

Blemished, as a consequence of past

Lopsided life was getting too fast

 

A commemorative to be erected

“Her life sapped, now corrected”

Spat with summer

The sun shines bright,

I am gray within

The breezy world beckons

My legs immovable lead

 

The cheery chirping

While I wallow in quiet

The joyous awakening

I choose to give a miss

 

I wait in patient gloom

For the apathetic autumn  

Mirroring my own ennui

Preview to the forbidden frost.

 

 The Tuesday Platform

"I had a lover's quarrel with the world."
- The epitaph on Robert Frost's grave.

Green elephant

 

There’s an elephant in the room.

And it can’t be seen

No matter how much you zoom

He is beyond the screen

 

There are squirrels in the nook

Rainbow birds kissing

But however hard you look

The elephant is missing

 

In the jungle thick and dense

The trees have been

Veiling. If you look in the distance

This elephant is green