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The Conspiracy of Time Keepers

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There once was a red timepiece,

That clocked my childhood days,

The dainty golden needles,

Dancing about in circles at a leisurely unhurried pace.

 

That same red clock,

That one reliable of them all,

It’s still dainty needles have alarmingly picked up pace,

Running about in circles, as if in an endless race.

 

From the little timepieces to the Big Ben that stands tall,

From my favorite red clock to the intricate designer time piece on the wall,

These keepers of time are conspiring against human race,

For sane adults are seen hurrying about life at a frantic pace.

 

And when the screen entices the deprived mind and the frustrated soul,

Hypnotizing the eager spirit under its glowing spell,

The conspiring time keepers malevolently intervene,

Dissolving minutes into hours like a magician in a dispelling act.

 

While we spend our waking hours ruled by these time keepers, here are a few tips to outdo these conspirators,

Try easing those eyes off the enticing and exciting mirage of the virtual world and take a good look around,

The joys of real friendship, true love, innocence of a child and the sounds of nature are still to be found.

Lending a helping hand, enjoying a good laugh, a solitary walk under the stars still rejuvenates the deprived soul.

 

And what is more,

I have often noticed that these little acts of ‘real’ joy,

Force the dainty golden needles of my red clock that is locked in an eternal race,

To dance in circles at an unhurried leisurely pace.

 

 

 

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Wish Wisely

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'We wish you well.'

In a hamlet, the three old men sat, under the canopy of the infinite sky,

Gazing at the hues of the fading light, each lost in thought of the years that had rolled by.

Twilight gave way to a dazzling night, decked in her inky best of mysterious black,

resplendent in all her nightly finery, her velvety robes shimmering with twinkling stars.

A shooting star zoomed across the inky sky – make a wish, make a wish, make a wish!

 

The first man wished – I wish, I wish, I wish,

I wish to be reborn in this village into a place where I would have not to give or share

all that is mine, but to get and get and get some more!

The second man wished – I wish, I wish, I wish,

I wish to be reborn in this village into a place where I can give and give

and have enough to spare!

The third man wished – I wish, I wish, I wish,

I wish to be reborn and lead an indolent life

where I can sit idle watching the world go by,

Yet, have those people who toil hard and go about their business

part with me a fraction of  their day’s reward!

 

The first man’s wish did become, for he was reborn as the village beggar’s son,

All his life his begging bowl stayed his best companion to get and get some more,

For anticipation and expectation in a beggar harbored none.

The second man’s wish did become for he was reborn as the rich villager’s son,

To give you must have and have enough to spare,

For he was blessed with enough and more and a generous heart that never got him to despair.

As for the third man, his wish did also become,

For he grew up and landed a job at the pay counter of the newly built pay toilet,

He sat idle all day long as the many people walked in, finished their business

and never forgot to tip him from their hard day’s earning!

 

Be careful what you wish for!

Good Morning

 

Wish Wisely has been featured on January 5, 2017, on Imperfectly Perfect. WISHING you all a happy Sunday!

Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

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I look in the mirror

And what do I see

A strange looking person

That surely cannot be me.

 

For, I am much younger

And not nearly so fat

As that strange face in the mirror

That I am looking at.

 

Oh, where are those mirrors

That I used to know

Like the ones which were made

Some thirty years ago.

 

Now all things have changed

And I’m sure you’ll agree

Mirrors are not made as good

As they once used to be.

 

So never be concerned,

About those wrinkles and flab that your eyes see

For one thing I’ve learned

That is now very clear to me,

 

Should your complextion

Be less than perfection,

It is really the mirror

That surely needs the correction!

 

 

 

 

Good morning! I hope all of you are relaxing and enjoying this happy Sunday. Sharing a poem that I came across and found very interesting and amusing. Enjoy!

Forever and Some More

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Lost in the crowd in the midst of nowhere,

She was just another girl finding her feet on the ground.

No expectations, no aspirations, no dreams and no hopes she harbored,

Save a bleak future behind the fog of fear and doubt.

 

He came like a tempest infuriating the dark waters,

Raising pandemonium that drowned her mere existence.

He lent a hand that she reluctantly accepted,

Tenderness in the brown depths of his mysterious eyes, in her heart, reflected.

This is not love, for sure, don’t hurry,

For love at first sight, is for the foolhardy.

 

But cupid’s spell had done the trick and her heart and mind were out of sync,

As in the eye of the fierce storm, lay hidden a mysterious merry soul.

He was passion, she was joy; he was fire, she was the flame,

Not fit as a puzzle but capable of love and a life game.

 

Slowly and steadily they did tread,

Each holding the other for life’s twists and turns ahead.

They cried, they laughed and sang in glee,

Sharing sunshine and storms merrily.

 

A decade and some more, it is time to say, they fit like a puzzle – anyway.

They stay drowned in the tides of love and respect for one another,

Until the Gods wish upon them a companionship that lasts forever and some more.