Excessive anything brings disarray,
Be love or hate, lust or one’s pride;
If once induced in disproportionate,
Like inflated balloons confined a life.
Excessive anything brings disarray,
Be love or hate, lust or one’s pride;
If once induced in disproportionate,
Like inflated balloons confined a life.
I can name & shame, too cite any
clause,
But that’s facsimile, defective,
being imperfect;
Still if inscribed to be noticed
or seek ackers,
Ah! Then restricted I shalt be to mere one sect.
Fascination of theirs’ might be
seen,
As stuck in chronicles of
mainstream;
But when always narrate
whatsoever,
Mere anticipation to be ‘illumined’ forever!
As walking in sand past waves,
Saw an abode illumined with rays;
No walls nor any gates,
In eyes were reflections, insatiate.
Sheep who roam in ranches, peaks,
Tranquil, as ain’t gutted in
trench;
Shepherd knows, albeit sheep not
few,
Shalt follow clauses they, not eschew.
In any quadrant a thinker may fall,
Conformist not or aye, one may avow;
Alas! One can’t escape pattern
built!
If escaped, an untrue thinker one is no more!
Know how distinct depth is from
distance,
Wherein one dives into deepest;
In latter merely floats,
Sailing isn’t descend, nor bring any zest.
One couldn’t ascertain in any
jungle,
As all in unison or uniform are
traits?
If opined otherwise; aren’t any roads,
To traverse where one won’t be bait.
Revolutionize one cannot a system, closed,
As long as external influences surge;
And if within a system to all be
nurtured,
Then one shalt oust first who tried to purge!