Archive for April, 2012
Of some tough lessons learnt
Are the ones life churned……
Clay ovens cook tastier dishes,
Coins and coppers are not help for paupers,
For he casts the nets who learns as he fishes,
To master the art, break out of a mould.
Its guts that targets your dreams into goals.
Diamonds are but unpolished stones,
A posthumous poet is the one well-known,
Locksmith, gold smithy, black-smith
Temperates a furious furnace aglow;
As He delivers each heavy blow—moulds me…..
Coy, sensible, sensitive, patient, kind, humane,
It lends me forte and stoics the soul…keeps sanity sane,
The more the iron is heated, better are gestures and words.
He kneads me dainty and quaint-
Malleable, permeable, so adaptable-
Into roles-daughter, sister, wife, mother ,friend,
Chiselled and fabricated into each sole,
Through seven stages seeps–
Lady Wisdom draped in grey-
Grey silver strands, grey cells,
Emboldens to look life in the eye,
Not fight shy.
Why should I woe,or sigh -
Tossed on Fate’s heaves and highs
When Life who no man can please
Yet saunters our foreheads to crease
Creeds crumple and crumble…………………
Sandalwood perfumes the very axe
That cuts its umbilical cord from its soil,
That if within your family there is no belonging
Then no thing becomes your belongings,
Until and unless you dare
Never was a chance-Fair and square,
When alive if love is not made known
It bears no warmth on a cold and cherished tombstone.
God definitely is the Alpha and Omega
Yet resides in the person next to you
Seeds of friendship once sowed are a delta-fertile
Helps you sow,reap,harvest,repent,forgive,grow and borne life
AND…..When life finally buoys down……
ITS-To each his own…….
To each his own……
To each his own……To each his own…..to…..each…..his ……own…..