Let’s Live and Let Live

May one find solace
In one’s faith,
And be blessed,
While I seek,
And find pleasure
In getting lost,
And then seek
some more
for the truth.
For each, own way,
The path leads,
To only one truth,
One day
We shall all leave,
So till then,

Let’s live and let live.

Snake Oil

If I do not know
What I am missing
Let me dream on
Don’t try to sell me
Your dreams
I have lived
Thus far
Without missing
What I am missing
Left the chase for the
Pot of gold
Under the rainbow
Long ago
I will rather
Live on my terms
Enjoy the rainbow
Than buy your dreams
And come out losing

Choice of Poison

Do not hate life that much
To drink my poison in one gulp
Want to savor the taste coursing
Through my veins
Those hiding behind their masks
Of various shades of
Politics, religion or nationalities
Have reduced me to the level
Of animals
Depriving me of my choice of poison
Now death comes unannounced
At places most unexpected
Somebody, somewhere pushing a button
Rains death from the sky
Or death by some misguided
Blowing himself up
Spreading fear all around
Like animals looking over my shoulder
Death may be lurking just near
Give me back my choice of poison
I do not want to live a life of fear

Weeds

Weeds we are, hardiest children of nature, merrily we strive
Given the slightest opportunity, we grow and thrive
Do not ask for more, we take what we have and live
No TLC, do not care, we know we can always survive

No complaints about life, none at all
We make our own place in this world
We put down our roots strong and sound
Summer, drought, rain or snow, do not count

Create our own opportunity, clinging to life
Lie dormant and hidden when time is tough
Stone and concrete, lawns and roads alike
When the time comes, we come alive

Tormented we are by humans and animals alike
Torn out of our roots and thrown aside
Gardens of non-native plants thirsty for water
Even when sprayed with weeds be gone, we do not bother

Our love for our native land is strong
Nature’s children, we haven’t done anything wrong
Many a hidden curative quality do we have
To cure exotic diseases of the human race

Weeds we are, hardy, strong and sure
Many of us propagate by spores
Do not confuse us with the one you plant
We are not the weed that you smoke and rant

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Week 11 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write Anything Wednesday 4-13-2016