The Unbalanced See-Saw

Ask I a question that may seem so simple,

Yet carve on your cheek, it will surely no dimple,

Reflect, give it a thought for affect you it has has as  equally as me,

The answer to it if existing, veritably stands a Universal truth to be.


Do the efforts and the results on a scale always balance,

Do the inputs and the output always follow the law of equivalence,

To this I demand an explanation with unasssumed non-nonchalance,

Haunting me it has been without remittance.


Hard work and dedication should for providence a place not leave,

Yet sometimes seeing the results it's hard to believe,

A small mistake might cost you so dear,

The loss and repercussion you probably cannot afford to bear.

Ages of genuine effort, by a moment of fault exterminable,

This harsh truth to me is perhaps most intangible,

The old saying 'Do your best and leave the rest',

Is now hard to digest, makes you feel it was perhaps said in jest.


Toil I did with determination inveterate,

But the verdict unfeignedly seemed to equivocate,

Accept I do that did lead me to exasperate,

But know deep in my heart, "it's just not the way to behave, mate!"

In hard work has my belief not debilitate,

My spirits and alacrity to strive again I must resuscitate,

For I realize that to experience the unfathomable bliss,

To the highest echelons of rewards kiss,

To attain the state of interminable success,

I must do my job with greater finesse.

Oncoming

There's is a strong breeze through my window blowing,

A heralder of something solemn, that I am sure of knowing,

Watch affixed I do with eyes unblinking,

I see a humongous black cloud, "Oh I wish I were dreaming".

Mean as an executioner, it floats in its way untrammeled,

That even the unremitting time supports it, has left me baffled,

Yet I gather my inner strength undampened,

And brace for its onslaught with my soul heartened.


But a strange fear flashes across my heart I wonder,

Toiled have I, prepared though I am, 'm afraid I might blunder and finally flounder,

Thus easing back on my chair I sit and ponder,

'Is it going to be the welcome rewarding rain, or simply the repugnant chastising thunder.'

Yearning for a Friend

An alien urge forces me to write, a feeling just not me,

The parchment absorbs the blue faster, than thoughts materialize in me.

Long I for the company of friends, friends when need be,

In happiness and sorrow, penury and fortitude, through thick and thin should he be sticking with me.

An accomplice with alacrity in deeds good, a critic when I go astray,

Come may he to me, is all I effusively pray.

I don't know why true mates to call, I have not yet found,

The discovery of even one, seems so welcomingly sound.

There have been many who come and go,

With selfish motives writ clear on their brow,

As to the definition of a real friend in veracity,

Come to which they don't even in close contiguity.

Perhaps there's a fault in me, a fault I have to root out,

But my heart is pure, of that I'm sure, any misunderstanding thus I am ready to flout.

A being's nature is something so dubitable and intangible,

That whilst finding a spotless heart, an unfeigned friend, passing of lifetimes is probable.

Thus surrounded by so many, yet feeling so  desolate,

For a true friend here I am with sobriety a sincere supplicant.

Black & White

 Didn't they say, the world is all Yin and Yan',

And that is how it all began.

The stage was set with mindsets indelible,

For the onset of our biggest mistake perceivable.

The result is here for all of us to see,

Affecting us all, unfazed by which, you just can't be.

Be it a job interview, hospital emergency, college admission, skill evaluation or a simple school examination,

The thin line between right and wrong, valid/non valid, good/bad, applicable/non-applicable, is perhaps the most ludicrous demarcation.

How despicable can you sound when you say "This is wrong and this is right,

For these are the rules and you can't change them, with all your might."

Crude, inept is our judgement skill, redolent of cruelty,

When verdicts observe the stark, solemn law of plain duality,

Yet thoughtless our thinking is, devoid of compassion,

For the innumerable wronged by this iniquitous rule of adjudication.

How weak a foundation this law of black and white has in reality,

Surely the makers of the same have not studied the concept of relativity.

So let us not be blind like them my friend,

And may not our sense of just decision face a dead end,

Open your eyes not just to see black as night and white as day,

For there are several in-between, shades of grey.

A Poem to the Most Loving & Caring Sister anyone could ever get

Know I not the reason why I write this,

The urge, yet I have not to block or fight this,

"Question I cannot her care, love towards me,

And that's what in anger, makes me the more helpless I can be,

No happy memory is complete without her,

Be it as accomplices in a naughty prank or that of being a school topper,

Be it a class project or prevaricating to keep my character and image infallible,

Her prolific help has always been indispensable.


Put a step forward has she not ever without asking me,

Know I do that respect, caring thought, has she not more for anyone but me.

Sorrow, guilt and shame enshroud all my body parts,

For every time I have raised my hand or said something to have broken her heart.



Selfish I am for for all love, caring I've only been accepting and not reciprocating,

Sorry thus I feel for not to the extent she deserves I've been helping.

Promise I do now to endeavor to give whatever she might ask, however inaccessible, costly or sinister,

For she is my sweet, caring, loving sister.


Bear I will not to see anyone who makes her cry,

Dare anyone who even ventures to make a try.

Perhaps I do now know it's the brother in me that writes,

The courage in me I do not possess to resist nor fight.

Nostalgia

In the dimming light of the evening,

As the sun burns itself out for the day,

With Yanni pouring in me emotions heartening,

An unprecedented wave of nostalgia inundates without asking, "If I may".


Teleported a thousand miles my memories evanescent,

The scenes conjuring around me ineffably resplendent,

An inordinate longing for all I miss overwhelms me,

But isn't sacrificing 'something for something' this world teaches us to be.


Drifting reluctantly back to hard reality,

Picking up a pen to express all this coherently,

Reminisce I do now as a warm, joyous flame rekindles slowly,

In my mind envisage I for all back at home a life of boundless joy, bliss and vivacity.

A Poem To The Disheartened

I stand up on my feet again,

Resisting the cold, immutable verdicts' pain,

Deny I cannot, having had knowledge of the impending storm,

  Inadvertence is thus where these results take root from.

Yet i clear my mind with a dispassionate wave,

Promise I do to make for myself a dashing save,

A rainbow spans the horizon perfectly,

'See a silver lining as I gaze out of the window, yeah literally!!