He was twenty ‘n’ five- that is, when he first spoke;
Those words which were the emblem of fervency
His exact words?
‘Life challenges like a mirage;
Face them headlong
Running towards them and they disappear’
The philologist in me is tempted,
Tempted to unravel the mystery of his quoted phrase oh so critically,
They hold unscalded truth, so really can I?
Twenty ‘n’ five we are, when we make choices;
Choosing our paths: stepping into those paths ridden with footsteps of pioneering warriors,
Or driven by dissatisfaction, we forge ours in fire.
Twenty ‘n’ five, is golden.
So, it’s another Monday. Today’s poem is on moments, appreciating them and taking second looks at the seemingly mundane. Enjoy! MOMENTS You never know, you just never know There he was last night, holding your hands, Looking into your eyes with passion beyond expression, And then; here he was this morning, telling a sad tale of never! Who knew love could become so tasteless overnight? It had seemed over in less than a flash; So much for the deep love you shared. Where it all ends, you just never know! Memories of baby’s not so far away childhood, Flickered before her eyes like a dimly lit flame Was it not just last summer she had started crawling? And in what appeared to be less than 24hours, She had walked, jumped and taken sandwiches to school And now, she fit smugly into a graduation gown, cape and all, Her baby was now a grown woman And those memories were all she had left! He stroked her tapered fingers lovingly as he wept by her beds...
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