Life zipping past as if in overdrive
Ebb and flow with unknowns thrown in
Racing against the tide at all times
Surging ahead on whippy foamy waters
Stress contaminated senses worn thin and bare
Forever dashing around like a crazed hen
Working woefully till the last ounce of energy
Crashing into a unmade bed in the three-piece suit
Moments of madness in the middle of the night
Oppressively sad without really knowing it
The ethereal calm may not last forever
Put up tired legs and just watch the traffic
Find the patchwork overall and the garden
Some time to smell air good enough to eat
The mountain beckons with paths less trodden
Collect rare shells on lonely long beaches
The winding rivers lure with whitewater rafts
Ride a bullock cart to discover forgotten forts
Trigger a renewal before a rap on the knuckles
Face up squarely before the banana boats pitch
Make a dramatic heft from the cloistral confines
Sap it stem it stop it change it before it’s too late
(7th, June, 2006, Nellore)
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3 COMMENTS:
Beautiful post beckoning the readers to unwind amidst nature!! Nice read.
You are so right there... We need to stop and smell the rose at least once in a while...
BTW How did you get the rights to this reserved?
@ Farila...you go to Copyscape and register your pages...they are checked against copying
@ Saras...Thanks for the read and the lovely comments
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