PLAIN TRUTH

PLAIN TRUTH


So awful it sounds when your plans go awry;

Your back’s against the wall and all doors remain closed.

What on earth you live for, when you just can’t wriggle out

The feeling of the ‘bankrupt thoughts’ that lingers for long.

 

Appreciations shot up in plenty, when your guns went blazing;

Never people cared what your mistakes were when you’re at the pinnacle;

There wasn't anything stopping you as you were firing in all cylinders;

No doubt, you won ‘Life race’ that far, like a well tuned machine.

 

Oh! Man!

 

Things have changed and there is gloom over you: you’ve lost your glory

For the sword of Domicile just hangs over you; and you might be hurt!

It’s apparent that your end is not far as everyone is on you!

Should you be going beyond, it would be an incredible miracle!

 

You are down but not out, still struggling to be on your weary knees;

But your tattered mind never allows you to come out of it;

What then, you ask to find a solution for such a struggle?

But then, people say, it’s all your making for you paid heed to none!

 

Oh, Man!  Where is your courage and the never say die spirit?

When everything is on course, you brag and damn care two hoots;

But now, redeeming yourself looks like the never ending miseries untold

Would you ever compromise to regain the ‘Glorious Past’?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

You are appreciated when you are on your hey-days; but put down when there is a melt down. If you still go beyond trying to restore your past glory, it would be an incredible miracle!

Ben

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bishu's picture

Lovely write Mr Ben Sir

Much appreciated Smile Have a nice week -BM-


©bishu 

 

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Thanks Mr. Bishu for your appreciation and wishes.

Ben

allets's picture

Interestingly . . .

I was contemplating my past high points yesterday. Thinking how to revive old endeavor, knowing youth is required for the expenditure of that much energy. I no longer drive and travel is required to attend multiple poetry readings, conferences, and perormances and open mics. Same is true for workshops and presentations on writing and publishing. Whew! Easter we talked about legacies. I'm in the reference books, articles, and publications of the Detroit Renaissance Poets - nuff done! Time to grow flowers and be still. Joint pain does not rock! :D.

 


 

 

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Even if you don't drive still your mind is doomed to drive you and it's impossible to stay still.  As long as we don't go nuts, it's ok and acceptable.  'Workshops and presentations' no longer interests me as I am fed up of doing it in the Engineering college where I work.  As expressed by you,"It's time to grow flowers and be still in peace".  Joint pain doesn't rock but it puts you in fits when you don't find a way to get it off. Thanks Allets. Your flowers are so symbolic of what you have said.

Ben