Heap Of Words

Is it just human nature, to seek appreciation? Or is it a weakness or dependent elation? Is the prouder one- who hides behind indifference- Better than the humbler- who seeks a barter of reverence?

Why are things in life, one ought to do, Juxt opposed to ones one's not to do? Why is chocolate sinful, but beans the best, Why is a deadline due, just when one wants to rest?

Imagine, strange a world it would be, Were, eyes, there not, nothing there to see! Appearances, i believe, would no longer matter, Important it would be, what's curved, what's flatter. Mornings would be, when the birds begin to sing, Night it would be, when the cold begins to sting. Faces would no longer, maintain a facade, Life would be simpler, devoid of charade. Touch would not be, so personal a feeling, Instrument it would become, for day to day dealing. Nature would not be something to write about, Unless its the chirps, or the sounds out loud. Senses would heighten, of hear and of feel, Though no image there'd be, before man to kneel. Maybe then would we judge, people by their sound, Or by the shape of their faces, angular or round. Then too, I wonder, would we learn, To get past appearances, and begin to turn Our notions and prejudices, to be based upon thoughts And hearts, that our senses today, so easily block? Reach would we then, to what's inside? Today whi...

... the context of this poem is a return jab for a certain sexist who believes (a matter of joke only, so the feminist may relax) that women can't read maps/ find their way ... :D I wish there was a rabbit hole, that, Like Alice, took you to Wonderland, A land so good or a land so bad, Nonetheless, not the one you've always had. Does the world ever tire you? Me, it does, through and through, Laugh when I don't, I find, Something amiss, undefined. Reason there's none, ennui, i guess, I need therefore not, this matter, stress, My tiny brain (without that extra pound, Of which, a certain sexist, so profound, Likes to gloat, that he may, Use that pound to find his way). :D

Null and empty, nothing whatsoever, Why's its founder deemed so clever? Round with a purpose? A cage of sorts? Lo! Empty inside! Neither lines nor dots! Engineers' delight, for unbalanced loads, Bankers' pain, when currency notes! An ambitious target, for cutting costs, An avoidable figure, when scheduling lots! Reduces to nothing, when sits above a line, But slip it beneath, now infinite! Improves tenfold, when occurs to the right, When put to the left, loses its might! The fact that it exists; so, nothing is something... Or does it proclaim that something is nothing?

' Deep '- is what i prefer to think- you are; ' High '- is where i hold you- and ' Far '- is where I think- you stand; ' Honored ' -I am- when you hold my hand. Of no God I knew or believed, I prayed to none, for none I grieved; My self, I held in utmost pleasure, Along you came, and in good measure Gave my pride a rise and a fall; I wished I was you, or none at all. I aspired to be you, yet didn't dare To touch your pedestal, or your honour share. Oh how I fought this superior intervention, Best I was, before that serendipitous introduction; For choose I can't between you or my pride, Make me not, i pray, my soul divide. I deserved you not, or you didn't me; Either way, part ways did we. But strange is this sorrow- or lack of it, I shed no tear, not the tiny bit. We knew the end, from the beginning, Fools were we? Gambled in the hope of winning? We took from us, what we won't miss, We are now ready, to seek new...

Pride- some might call it 'emotion' ; for me its a 'virtue'.

... (as) the silent waters bear the moon, She sits with latte, I with blue lagoon ; ...the ripple rises, ah, but dies, Hang on, for I see another arise! So with time does love renew, Afresh the canvas with novel hue; The ripples but moments on waters of emotion, Forever afresh, and bubbling with motion; So what if one doth die! So what if the moments fly! New ones in the offing! The bells that chime... ... mark the eternity on the evanescent time ......