Never the way
It’s supposed to be.
Straight? Narrow?
Sometimes, too much.
Other times, blurred lines
Being lost in open space.
Pigeon-holes and square pegs
Dress-ups, for all nighters,
Revelry, all alone.
Or Wallflower prominent
At ’em raves.
The only balance I’ve ever found
Is while riding my bike.
Wind in my hair
Dust in my wake…
Then’s when, I’m never odd.
🙂
16 April, 2018, Day#15 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018
The muse, I know is sending them #smh signals 😛 at the way the writes pretend to be verse. She knows its worse 😀
A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 
April 17, 2018 at 1:11 am
Evens of odds make them even
(Is that the origin of ‘EvenSteven’?)
‘Tis good to be odd
None of us can be god
But then, either, we can’t be demon!
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April 17, 2018 at 7:00 am
Thhank you Gul! Each limerick of yours here along with Govind’s Quatrain is what elevates these rambles 🙂
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April 18, 2018 at 11:48 am
Quatrain??? If you can call it that you have proved you have a good imagination
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April 18, 2018 at 11:58 am
Come on Govind! Trust me, I have good imagination, yes, but this is fact 😀
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April 18, 2018 at 11:46 am
I want to break this façade
Even at the cost of being called odd
Always wished to take a path less trod
For i never can be a pea in a pod.
Wind in my hair and dust in my wake throws up a pretty picture of gAy abandon.
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April 18, 2018 at 11:59 am
Gay abandon, yes, in terms of rules and stuff as to what makes for a ramble here too 😀
Thank you Govind!
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