The Walk of Life

A day and another and another,
Little do we realize that we are going further,
Further in the Walk of Life.
When a mistake is made,
An apology is said,
That is the Walk of Life.
We hurt each other,
And simply mutter, “Sorry Brother”,
That is the Walk of Life.
Every year we gain more experience,
And experience even more repentance,
That is the Walk of Life.
We hate some of them; we love some of them,
But we would all have spent our time thinking about them,
That is the Walk of Life.
When the Walk is finally over,
The things we learnt we ponder over,
And that is the end of the Walk of Life.

'By Jove!'

Trembling due to the cold,
Watching the stars very old,
Sat Billy Bow,
Feeling a little low.
Wondered he, “Why is this world so full of fear,
Filled with fear are the voices I hear?”
With no one to reply to his question,
He came to a conclusion of juxtaposition.
Said he, “The combination of irrational thoughts and superstition overlapped,
That is how fear in the mind is mapped.”
He wondered again, “What is it then,
That creates unhappiness in the minds of men?”
He convinced himself it was a creation of the mind when there were thoughts naught,
Just then an old man came and said to him, “No my son, it is the product of over-thought”
Billy asked the old man, “Father, how did this world come about, the world which in the universe is like a cove?”
To this the old man replied, “By Jove, this world is a manifestation of God’s love!”

Adonis

O fair young man, who art thee?
Thou hast taken my heart away,
In the grief of waiting for you I sway,
But yet thou maketh me feel so free!
Thou didst encounter me first on the island of Ithaca,
I had known thy exploits and deeds,
Serving the Emperor’s army, which thou leads,
And we met again near the Strait of Malacca.
Thou didst not profess thy love for me,
Though I had love for you deep inside me,
Yonder you come like you are the Master of the Seas,
Your golden hair being blown by the zephyr-like breeze,
With your hazel eyes full of weary promise,
Do you love me, my lovely Adonis?

Serendipitous moments

It may be a meeting by chance,
Followed by a drink or two and a dance.
Or it may be a decree of the Destinies,
Who see it fit that you two should meet.
It may also be a work of the Three,
Who want you to break the monotony of life and be free.
It may also be the result of a miscalculation,
This must have made you to be in that position.
And lastly, it could be a part of your life’s mosaic,
The short life you live in life’s bivouac.