Old wine, not so new bottle

A rehash of what has already been stated

by so many others and more beautifully

an amalgamation of ideas already expounded

not quoting verbatim

but drawing inspiration from all around

words realigned in response to the prompts

and thus presenting old ideas in a different garb

to be applauded out of politeness.


Learn again

It is not easy to walk backwards

but I am doing it

my eyes are firmly focussed ahead

as I gingerly backtrack

with a singular mind to erase some egregious mistakes

pick and redo some important lessons

if I could bend backwards to please you

I can surely retrace my steps

to unlearn the pain

to nurture that spark which ignited my passion

and then start afresh to learn again.

Lies and truths

A lie’s antecedents

have no firm soil to hold on to

having been birthed in fertile chicanery

it gets a new lease of life

every time it is spoken

thus never dying

each time it is passed on

it is embellished artfully

further embroidered upon

with utmost dexterity

pretty things are accepted readily

so it perseveres

whereas the poor truth has no chance

it is a solid, bare, plain fact

whichever way you look at it

it remains constant and unchanged

makes others squirm uncomfortably

showing a mirror no one likes

its homeliness no match

against the pretentious lie

thus dying a slow death.

The day’s journey

The day crawls at an abysmal pace

made a scapegoat of sun’s wrath

sapped of energy, it barely breathes

the wind lies curled beneath a barren tree

looking for sanctuary amongst parched grass

the denuded earth, without its green canopy, sizzles

unable to regenerate itself

a few clouds passing by

moved by its pitiable state, shed a few tears

which are like the kiss of life

helping it to reach dusk before fading away

it will be back tomorrow, for that is its fate.