REBOOT

A dream is yet to be born,

I dare which eludes accomplishment.

A dream I cannot carry

to fulfillment, to achievement.

A dream that would make too heavy,

a heart lightened by bereavements.

Because I've lived a life...........

lived by default.

Death did come,

but could never halt

The life that was;

springing forth and bubbling charm.

THE HUMAN MIND

Sometimes callous,
sometimes tender;
sometimes stoic,
and sometimes perturbed.


Sometimes kindling,
sometimes nemesis;
sometimes pellucid,
sometimes turbid.


Sometimes its beauty
casts a spell;
sometimes its ugliness,
shames and repels.


Enchanting, repulsive;
spiritual, seductive;
selfish, yet selfless;
soothing, but corrosive.


Emotions ephemeral,
perceptions plethoric.
Sometimes sanguine,
sometimes derelict.


Sometimes astute,
sometimes blind;
the abysses and the shallowness,
of the HUMAN MIND

YOU.......

Your life today is a success saga;
told, retold and oft applauded.
Or a montage misplaced , forlorn;
even torn and never vaunted.
Endowed by souls known, unknown;
shadows, silhouettes, blurring and gone.

There is no say,
           there is no bar;
on what might clout your heart.

But the reminiscences treasured are your art.
Your selection your collage.

What you choose to portray,
what you choose to forgo,
colour your life as a rainbow,
or enshroud it in shadows.
You are the aisle,
you are the support.
You are the crafty creator,
of the hues that shape YOU.

The Fib Lived.......

A fib survived and severed apart,
the reminiscences of faith and fondness.
I lived the lie and plunged across,
the abysmal turbulence, the callousness.
Censure, guilt, remorse waves
live on and lash across the years.
And I realize,
it wasn't a fib after all.
It still breathes within me,
abler than the truth that engulfed.