In the course of life of a man
Comes a time to make a decision
And has to live with its repercussion
Those fortunate to see it come to fruition
A thriving life without any depression
Those making a mistake and seeking redemption
Right or wrong, make peace and move on
Or be ready for a lifelong frustration
Survive or thrive, no one but you it depends on
One way or the other, life goes on
So throw away the fear and make that decision
Lower the bar,
Lower the bar again.
When finally jump over
The lowered bar,
Sunk in self pity,
Better to fail trying
Then daily dose of death.
One can con the world,
But lying to self?
Need to live
In a world
Buried deep inside
In a corner dark
Lurks the monster
Trying to rip my soul apart. Continue reading “Let the Sleeping Monster Rest in Peace”
We wake up in the morning, dreams over and it is a new day. Unfortunately, this presidential election and its aftermath is like a bad dream that is not getting over. We have made our bed and now we must lie on it. We have every right to protest, but protest within the law. We must be on guard to protect our rights, not get incited by words and deeds of the hate mongers. We have every right to fight to change the laws that are not just. Those who proclaim that the constitution is sacrosanct, we can remind them that the sanctity had been violated twenty seven times with twenty seven amendments. Things change. People make a country. If the people so desire, then things can change.
For those who think that the president elect is the biggest calamity that could have happened, take heart. The same constitution has limited his time in the office. If people so desire, they have the power in their hands to change the situation in the coming elections. This is not a wake for the funeral of democracy, rather this is a clarion call for the complacent voters to action. Some fanatic extreme right wing fringe groups have ridden the wake of the groundswell of frustration about politics as usual. It is the duty of all of us, genuine conservatives as well as liberals to ensure that this small vocal minority does not hijack the spirit of this great country. If we allow that to happen, then we will certainly be failing in our duty of a citizen. We may have our disagreements, but name calling is not going to help our cause.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Let us be thankful that we are still able to wake up to a morning full of hope compared to many others who could not even go to bed for fear of being killed by bombs or gunfire. Let us be thankful that we have our rights for peaceful protest, let us be thankful that even though we may be down, we are not out. Let us wake up from this bad dream and celebrate Thanksgiving in the right spirit. Towards that hope, I continue on my journey and start my poem with “Wake” for week forty three of my fifty two weeks journey with W.
Wishing a Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers.
This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-23-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings
When it becomes
Leading to exhaustion
Something that started
With thoughts of
And days of
In response to Saturday Six Minute Challenge-8-13-2016
Started as a response to a comment to Kristi's post
Holiday Parking Lot at the Mall
Time at a standstill
Life crawling at snail’s pace
Something boiling inside
Amidst it all
Realization setting in slowly
Can’t abandon my place
In this meandering centipede
Cacophony of sound and light
Elderly gentleman shuffling slowly
Bag in hand, glancing back and forth.
Expectant eyes following his every move
Moving ever so slowly
Not to miss the slot he vacates
Oh dear! What a letdown.
Unexpected uncertainties of life
Not the exit, but the entrance he turns.
A ripple of smile comes down the line
An undulating wave down the spine
Suddenly the head comes alive
And the crawling centipede starts to glide
Oh! how we enjoy disappointment of others.
Like a Zen Buddhist deep in meditation
Eyes focused in reaching exalted destination
We move slowly
Time is of no essence
Suddenly a ray of light ahead
Turn hard and squeeze in fast
Destination at last
I got a slot
At the mall parking lot.