No Grammar, No Rules, No Standards, No Compromise

Good night sleep, Scent of rain, Hot coffee Ah what a way to start the day, No not again, my mind panicked  Where is Plan B as did the railway tracks... Tiny little hamlets, soaked in the unceasing rain,  as we snake through the tracks to the lovely station. Familiar sound, sights that are un-common time to jump into the waiting car The car seat damp, not my spirit though Vacations come and vacations go Chatting, Creaking while resting  honking, squeezing, driving  The incline of the roads, wizzing of the winds the unknown roads, destination Munnar... Ooty, Kodai and Coorg still fresh in mind was not looking for another grand summer con Books, phone and music I am covered little did I notice the surprise that awaited Snaked through Kochi and crossed to Aluva,  the landscape changed so did my mood The car breathing heavy, me breathing better the crisp fresh air, was something to savor  Ah...

Neither can I cry Nor i make others  love is something i like to spare Its your pleasure when you give Its their love when they receive  For Love is not whatever you give it is what you should give is Love Parched land would love some water  A parched soul some comfort comfort is not what can you give It is what you should give is comfort  Soul or land crack up left untended For they fail when no one crack them up Souls evolve from being sad Tragedy is when none care Souls are birds let them fly Bound by experiences they cry prisoners of your thoughts they are not Let it fly let it fly let it fly

Live life lessons learnt Learnt truth burn lies Listen alone dance none None music heart break Win loose turn none None lost second first Love gives takes some Some take gives none Walk alone walk longer Longer life fuller life Work wise choice made Made wealth choose wise Walk alone walk longer Live life leave none

Crimson sky, hunch back, fruits of labor  Looks of defeat, years of heat, uncertain future  Fighting a ghost, unknown enemy, expended prime Earning a pound yet not saving a dime Gently retires, none a tag, lightens up the telly Looking down, hardly bothers the sight of his unhealthy belly Not a foe yet none a friend Each on his own truly trying to defend Rows of picture with same boring frame Speaks for itself about his superior game Roaring of a lion and puttering of a moped Clutching his remote, Strings cut, finally wakes up from being a puppet Eyes closed, ears shut, none bother A brand new day awaits as we all should ponder No foe yet, friends to be  defend truly, Your life is a feat

Welcome to my posts.  I am an a-mature poet, who writes as the word flows, I care less for grammar more for mood, meaning and my expression. Topics are often heavy and heartfelt. Read at your own risk. Comments most welcome, love to read and interact.  the blog's name is my interpretation of my attitude !!! never someone to follow grammar but yet deeply spiritual about how I do things. Happy reading !!!