He, Frankenstein!

 

A social carcass induced with life,

Sans atman any inside;

Amongst all critters’,

On born live die repeat ride.

All Are Leaders!

 

On many ambiguous routes,

Via vehicular modules;

Sometimes on streets barren,

To inundated boiler rooms.

Layers Beneath….

There’re no red nor blue pills any,

As both part of the same construct;

You swallowed red to see real real?

Alas! By layers beneath only got struck!

Trainer != Life Coach

 

IF you leaf through different Linkedin Profiles, you would come across to terms alike being: Life Coach / Mentor / Certification or Diploma in Leadership / Talent Motivator etc.. And amusingly, these are Individuals who’re in their 20s / 30s / 40s. Not to be surprised if you discover many are Teens too, as today everyone’s, either one or all of these. I’m not saying only Elders truly possess these skills. As there’re juvenile 60+ Elders who’re more Hungry, than, Millennials. So, is it merely life experiences (minus professional ones) that makes someone a Life Coach?

What a Wonderful World!?

I see liberals sheathed green,

Sometimes white;

Impede climate-change too,

In dark sulking nights.

Hotchpotch Global Order OR Well Crafted One?

 

The Wall Street taught us that in Life there’re no free lunches;

Then why $85B+ worth candies were left behind by merchants?

 

Till now, NOBEL was skeptical bestowing awards to Right Wingers across globe & was almost inclined towards Communists/Leftists. But the new reshuffled order would compel NOBEL to rethink about the other side (of course to any unparalleled work only);  as Communists/Leftists too are exposed to be followers of a religion, which isn’t the issue, but, the concern is, as, If Communists/Leftists were/are theists, then, why they masqueraded not being one! Trojan horses?

The Alarm!

I narrate a story about an ewe,

Who with four lambs, dwelled;

In a dense forest that’s diversified,

And there this sheep, excelled.

In The Shadows!

 

One shalt be open to live an indigent’s life,

IF clock appeals; to navigate path wished upon;

Proffered by faith or breathed rational,

Confined? Alas, then lines already drawn!

The Collusion!

 

Era, where marauder, merchants peregrinated,

Swords scintillating, on horses knights;

In hands pages of fragmented diktats,

No measures methods means for realms to thrive.