A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Worn

We wear them.

Wear them down?

No mending ever

Of the wear and tear.

Just trudge on, most times,

With the excess baggage

Of what they mean to us.

Too precious, to lose.

Too crucial, to discard.

Too sentimental, sometimes;

For existing without them,

Is a long and barren road.

So we wear them

Monosyllabic, or poly-

Always stressed these days

Even those that need none.

Care-worn, careful, careless never

Their brilliant raiment often stymied

By walls that meet them, across un-discernible

Boundaries, set in stone, within the mind.

By the time you’ve found the right ones

To clothe your intent, your hesitant foray

Into a semblance of expression

They’re shorn of warmth,

Of possiblities that might break walls

And the intricate snowflake, it could be

Merely melts, into a murky puddle.

They, in turn, have worn you down.

14 June, 2018

A niggling push that began yesterday, while at work, and began to write itself, through the mobile app, completed on a desktop 😛 One of those writes that pushed, and got out. Sigh.

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Zest

Grab them opportunities

Infuse inclination

(Like really, let it sit for a whit

Not too long though – it’s got to be fresh!)

Season, with the visions of what could be

Never mind the proportions

So long as they come, to you,

At you, unhesitatingly.

Most times involuntarily, you’ll find 🙂

And exercise you zany-ness

Just don’t let go

Or give up!

You’ll sense that surge, welling up

Within.

You’ll then cease to exist.

For you’d have then seen

How you can just live!

 

27 April, 2018, Day#26 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018


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You Are Loved

Love is a craving

That never quite gets

Fulfilled.

You love, with an intensity,

Most times with a

Sense of entitlement

That expects the same

From your loved one!

Knowing full well

What a gypsy the heart is

Loving who it will,

You, perhaps.

Never exclusive, but

Inclusive of so very much.

You still crave that the Love

Be this way or that,

Be this much or that…

Never understanding,

As the wise saying goes…

It is not to love, but be loved

That is the greatest blessing.

You are loved.

Why is it so hard to believe. that?

26 April, 2018, Day#25 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018

 


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xxiv

This here silly rhyme is a mental wrecks

For I was looking for words starting with ‘x’

Too many (really!!! 😛 ) obfuscating, annoying and plain unreal

So, I went with a Roman (numeral, errr, 😀 ) feel

‘Cos here, (and only here! )  can I, words, rhymes, nonsense, blissfully annexe! 😛

26 April, 2018, Day#24 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018

I sympathise, it IS getting sillier 😛 But the upside is that it’s getting done! 😀

 


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Wreak Wonder

If at all you must

(And I hope you will)

Consider your bounded duty

To cause mayhem, around you,

I hope you know that you could

You can, most certainly

Instigate, provoke, percolate

Mischief-  of your warmth,

Your love and sweetness

All of which you have within

Even if you deny, most vociferously

And watch the world aglow

Your world, your universe

Watch it burn, in steadfast flames

Singe your heart, and sear your soul

With the salve born of that…

The wonder of YOU, being YOU.

wonder

 

26 April, 2018, Day#23 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018