When you throw tantrums
And I take umbrage
We forget it’s churlish
To crib and quibble about.
A tangled skein of lies
Or a slew of new demands
Is enough to bomb a day
The crater to fill takes long.
To punch your careful rationale
Just to break the humdrum
Is not taken kindly
The poor humbug wails.
A silly little thing
Is not worth ruing about
Why to fret and fume
It’s infinitely better to forget.
Meeting in the half-way house
Beneath the half-moon at midnight
Why ask for the plenary sun
Life’s always a half-cooked meal.
So let’s stop worrying and start living
Make friends and influence people
For if I’m OK, you’re OK
And shore up our EQ by positive thinking.
NOT A DROP TO DRINK
When you know that there are, to be sure
A hundred ways to look at a thing
Then you know that you do not know
And how difficult it is to take a stand.
It is surely impossible to know for certain
Just about anything or any petty affair
The truth is always at a discount
Invaded by falsehood and exaggeration.
How easy it looks to sail in a small boat
Well insured in its cozy comforts
But come the waves from a large vessel
You tend to panic and tumble and fall.
Little learning is a dangerous thing
That blinds and binds with rigidities
It’s knowledge and ideas that set you free
And leave you at the shore high and dry.
Whence you are unsure which way to go
Whether to say yes or no at any point
The thin demarcation between good and bad
Or true or false is obliterated.
When one thus enters a blind alley
And is driven to the wall of doubt
Then only it often dawns upon him
That only Grace can come to the rescue.
A DROP OF INK
It’s a different game altogether
For the words-industry to prosper
Silence and solitude help
Huge output for the pen-pushers.
Armed with a calm without
And a tormented heart within
They write as if with their blood
Turned blue with anguish and disquiet.
Self-love turning a love for man
Suffused with utopian aspirations
Even when everything seems to be lost
They see light at the end of the tunnel.
A quiet resolve and certitude
To find a way amidst the darkness
With enough sagacity and fortitude
They essay on to write the right.
To write is again to fight
Against a host of hostile values
Tyranny of the contemporariety
Hedonism and the herd-mentality.
By cultivating the nation’s mind-space
They strive to make it more fertile
Be it commerce, economy or politics
All follow their edicts and their will.