August 16, 2015

Miscellaneous lessons




When your life is plagued by stagnancy know that change is always expected to arrive shortly
because even the dark sky transforms into a canvas at the crack of dawn
painted with crimson and a band of gold at the horizon.
And when the first attempt fails know that perseverance will succeed 
because even the roughest boulders were smoothened over time by relentless waves.
Let your fading scars remind you of how every wound heals.
Let this thought be your anaesthetic to pain.
When society tries to conform your life within the margins and categorise you 
remember that masterpieces weren't made by colouring within the lines.
The cynical will mistake a brilliant blaze from a bonfire to be solemn crackling sparks from a funeral pyre burning away at deceased dreams.
Fear not where the wayward currents of life carry you for serendipity pays a visit when least expected.


August 15, 2015

Pied Piper Perhaps




Perhaps you could call me pied piper.
I'll draw you in at every intricate indentation.
What I live and breathe for is weaving words with seams of sentiment.

Gambles I make aren't with grand gestures.
Worlds I make are with words not wands.
No tricks up my sleeve.Never.
Well just some well-orchestrated wordplay.

Lifeless limitations like full stops don't bother me.
To my ears the sound of words creates a pleasant mental melody
equivalent to the ringing of fingers running across the rims of a thousand half filled wine glasses.
Every clever concoction of words I brew has a different aroma
that drifts and startles the senses of the unsuspecting.

Perhaps you could call me pied piper.
I'll draw you in at every intricate indentation.
What I live and breathe for is weaving words with seams of sentiment.

Words are my only weapons.
These stanzas are my only shield.
Expression through words is my personal elixir of life.
I wander forever in a tantalised trance of unwritten words in the labyrinths of my mind. 

Perhaps you could call me pied piper.
I'll draw you in at every intricate indentation.
What I live and breathe for is weaving words with seams of sentiment.