BLURRED

I can see the confusions in your mind
I can hear your lamentations
The multiple choices life provides
Which is best?


Which will carter to your life's visions
Will I be able to compete?
The mind of the average person
That I am;how do I pave my path?


Is there no mid way?
To make you make ends meet 
Is all of life into two slots cut?
Perhaps to the mind set of the urban child; it is!


For where did he skip to play?
Was his time left uncharted
Or his thoughts ever given room to wander?
Decide for himself ; what suits him best?


Ironic side effect of successful parents
Chartered life,ironed out smooth
The unexpected then topples him easy!
He is in mental soup unable to handle!


Blurred his visions
Blurred his roots
Path and thoughts narrowed
Insults not easy swallowed;


Feet in new grounds stumble,
Image begins to crumble
Vivacity diminished; brooding expands
Still awe stuck by the simple ways of the free birds?


His mother fed ego;
His first enemy
For to her eyes; he was apple to cherish
Out in the world; where unjust words are oft fairly thrown


How will he survive? He is vulnerable to stronger minds
People make fun of his strict good manners
For in  Rome where nudity is crazy...overdressed is o.k!!


But surely there is a median?
His mind questions
Yes and then life is also left in the middle scape
The massive middle class is so created.....


The median path of minimum risk
Is easier to follow; and makes man much to swallow
Then perhaps In a story from rags to riches
Will smith has some answers to give us......

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Moot Malini

WHEN ALL THE PAIN IS WORTH IT...........

WHEN ALL THE PAIN IS WORTH IT.............

Did I miss you my love?
When did you in disguise slip into my life?
Did I fail to know the obvious?
Was I just a sentimental fool,
Walking the glades of life;
Missing all the fun
Of your growing love.....
Your caprice and sense of fair play?
The need to straighten the wrong,
To silent slip away to play
Always a wonder boy!
Did you wander far afield?
The blades of yellow parched ,cut stalks behind.......
Perhaps reflects the Sun
Te golden glade gladdens you
Youe uplifted face,
Has all the multiple colours of hope reflected!
How I long to hug you dear....
Will it always be this way?
times will fly
you will grow away from me
Young man I wish you always succeed
Then can I selfish wish you near?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Moot Malini

STOIC AND ALONE

STOIC AND ALONE

When suddenly the meaning of pursuit is lost;
The grip of getting ahead is taken off
Time is still, with little duties done regularly most....
Not needing mind space or much thought
As if into automation been pushed
The push button of your mind ;
Makes you walk to find space and time
At the quay side
As thoughts reside;
Night silently walks to occupy its place.....
Empty boats of lost dreams tease you as it moves
Moves and hits each other,
in the stagnant waters
Perhaps creating ripples  too......
unoccupied, viewed preoccupied
As the peace of restful distant horizon
Adds a numb chillness to the listless bones
Perhaps making new resolution for the morrow noons.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Moot Malini