Rhymeless Reason

I clicked this photo of a flower in my balcony garden. While we whine and complain about the difficulties of life, this flower was an inspiration in fighting the odds. Rising from a dirty mud-filled pot to become such a beautiful bloom is a story worth being told Mighty did I feel looking down from the perch Until an unseen threat left me in the lurch; Scared and scarred, of the impending doom Down i went,  sulking in gloom; Humbled as I was, pushed to the dust My eyes locked on the roots covered in dirt; Out came a stem bowed and bent Weight of its bloom adding to its torment; Pretty in pink, displaying strength in fragility A lesson , about thriving in adversity; It matters not, how often you fall or how bad you start All that counts is how tall you rise with the will of your heart ;

What would the Sun think shining light on the earth day in and day out? It is not the Sun that sets to let in darkness, it is us who turn around every day to make him vanish.  A Photo I took from the balcony   My  shift here is done and it’s time for me to go down To awaken a world that is ready for a new dawn Fear, not the darkness that comes with the night Long before your eyes open, I will be back in your sight You who turned around and not me who said goodbye   I will always watch over you for I am the  'Eye in the sky'

There are many who are itching to go out in spite of this lockdown curfew.   This is an attempt to see the world from a Covidiot's point of view A photo I clicked from my terrace Breaking through the clouds peeped out the Moon Hiding is safe when we know it will all end very soon Rather shine some light before starting to wane Than let the darkness turn you insane We know not what the future has  in store for us So why lock away the only present even if it has a virus It matters not what WHO thinks of Xi  All that matters to me is -   'I want to break free'  

Sometimes, you rush before it’s too late To beat a deadline set by a nonexistent last date You feel the urge of wanting to create An idea that the head refuses to originate You set sail on a journey with no destination to reach? To be alone even when you are not the only pebble on the beach Sometimes you play the game even when you don't have fun?  And compete in the race that you don’t run? You try to quit all that is stale and mundane Even if the mind has become numb and insane Sometimes it is easier to drift without listening to the head And stop chasing time and let life seek you instead The heart deserves to be free and the mind needs to be calm By clearing the head of its raging storm No wisdom on earth can put your mind at ease When you chose to be driftwood in the high seas You don't need an enemy to get you out When you are confused, without a doubt.

Vladimir may not have Put in the effort to arrest the virus count from raising But Russian’s did bring down something else. His approval ratings. Johnson did not know if he should stay in or out. Was he in Brexit hangover? Boris(k) took too many chances and before it began, his game was almost over Morrison  may have got  beef  against China and demand an investigation He does not want them to go  Scott  free but is he running out of justification? Giuseppe let everyone ‘roam’ free as the world lost count of their fatality Now we don’t know if Italy can or ‘ Conte’ get back its vitality Jacinda h’ arden ’ed her resolve to impose tough measures to curb the spread Deservedly, her popularity soared in the land of flightless birds The model city of the world played so well until they got it wrong Circuit breaker - Did Lee Hsien wait too Loong ? Before the crisis, he may have been booed and chewed But the news that is Just in says, his country thinks of him ...

This was written right after Jayalalitha's death and the political drama that ensued in Tamilnadu, especially when the normally subservient O Panneerselvam suddenly turned rebel We called him subservient and we considered him dull Even as we credited him for taming the Jallikattu bull He didn’t do too bad weathering Vardah , the cyclone But has the resulting popularity left him all alone? His reticence was annoying and showed him as sissy Even as the state was gobbled up alive by the gang of Sasi The eternal stop gap man was considered too meek Until he developed a spine and decided to speak He might have been hiding his insults with tear and smile And that may have endeared him to the rank and file But spare a thought for state that is going through a slump Becoming a shameful spectacle to the world and being compared to Trump OPS might emerge the winner after throwing in his hat But he should remember that the winner of a rat race is still a rat The drama might get more interesti...