Worry

Worry bug
Burrowing a hole
In my heart
Worry about
Everything under the sun
No rhyme and reason
Whatever may be the season
Mind in worry prison
Holding a gun
To my head
I try my best
Be worry free
Walk away from
What worries me
The worry bug
Silently and relentlessly
Burrows deep inside
Rooting through every vein
Peace and tranquility
Victims in pain
Deep fried brain
Trying its best
To signal
Distressed heart
Think about
What you control
Let worry worry about
What’s not in
Your hand

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Week 4 of my journey of a poem starting with letter “W”

Write Anything Wednesday Feb 24

Life Without Rhythm

In a life without rhythm
Does it matter if
Poetry does not rhyme?
Why waste time
Looking for words
Falling in line?

Waves crashing on the shores
Washes away footprints
On sands of time.
Enjoy the beauty
While you can.
Do not leave footprints,
Those who come behind
Leave it unspoiled for them.

May have failed
At everything I tried,
Happy at where I am
Because I tried.

May not have been the best
Lover, spouse, father,
Never had the Midas touch
Why should I bother?
Never gave up, never left,
Present at every step.
Is it a crime,
If my poem does not rhyme?

Realization at last
From chaos to creation,
There is a rhyme in
Life without rhythm.