Pen to paper,
My mind is like river's flow,
Falls from mountains, liquid into vapour
And I am juggling, jiggling
Many situations, to have to deal with
Stress on my mind
Wisdom now needs
More packaging, repackaging
To be sold, on open markets
The jister is the most popular,
But never the one to be called
For reasoning, in times of crisis.
Christ! Lord have mercy,
Meaningless, irrelevant buffoonery
Bluffing with hands held up
When questions are asked
Still hoping you are never called
To answer on oath, to swear by
Russiaonroulette,
Eventually just a matter of time
Clicks and jittery-jitters,
Reality hits you like open season,
Begging for boots for confessions.
Priest on hibernation, taking time off
I am a King in my castle,
But my shoulders can't carry
This heavy load around,
So I leave my crown
When I travel out,
Safe, away from voyagers path
In another man's kingdom,
Small as it is, I have to abide,
Until I conquer to add to my own,
Humility is the acceptance
Of this arrangements
By the wise, am wisdom
No need ruffling feathers
When one can walk past an enemy
In the middle of the night on journeys long,
Recognise passage path
And that which is destination
Not to offload before due
So I learn to bite my tongue
After a while, I master the art
So I don't bite so much, so hard to bleed.
A time and a season
And relevance is all in the context
Of time and space, expiry dates
My pen bleeds
Through the fountain of endless flow
But I choose to break,
Allowing reading minds to digest
Situational speech, call this verses in Chapters in books, book markers
To be continued
Is a for gone conclusion
You will come to know
I learnt yoga
I do yoga
I am yoga, don't you see YOGA
