To know where winds the stream of luck
And whence arrive the rains of ease
Look where the tear stains the rug
With naught but night for company.
Micropoetry
Welcome, Ramadan
My Constant Guest returns to me again
He bears no signs of weariness or sleep
But brings me my provisions in a rain
Of mercy, every drop for me to keep.
Welcome, Ramadan.
Wimp
cobwebs in my head
a welcome distraction
know how I dread
the glare of #truth
and burden of #action
Planning
Hope with no plan
Is a plan with no hope
Unless hope IS the plan;
Not a good one, nope.
What Else Is There
The end is met
The means is fair
Your soul intact
What else is there
Quitting
to quit:
being bitter just to seem truthful
to quit:
being a quitter just to seem youthful
Remorse
let all remorse
drip like dew
welcome the dawn
welcoming you
Holding On
The sun sets on one loss
And rises on another
Every setting though
Reminds us letting go
Is holding on to what matters
Fields Of Praise
Harvesting fields of praise
Can dull the scythe
Of wisdom
Burden Of Lies
Every lie we fabricate
Comes back to us one day
Consider it the dues of fate
That liars have to pay