Life just rides and strides on
All the high tides or strife
With an objectivity to live well,
Though the direction unknown.
Sometimes it seems to stay
Standstill, floats on other time
Grinding the pangs and stings
Troubles remain so felt, untold.
Sorrows grow each morrow
The contents of happiness brew
The tumbler of the mixtures tumbles
The splashing sounds in poetic pours.
The cyclic test is tasted sweet
The bitter embitters one’s heart
Inquisitive palate hankers for more,
Life has a perch on hard realities.
Torn by the emotional imbroglio
Flared by the mental anguishes
The pours of topsy-turvy days
In the dead of sleepless nights
Through misty eyes of the heart
Stagnate on the sheet of paper -
A reminder of time gloomy or gay!
