A fisherman skilled in heavenly tunes
Played his flute in the afternoons
When all the kids came back from school
To see them dance just like a fool
One day he took his flute to the shore
To see if the fishes will adore
The way he played his heavenly tunes
Just like the kids in the afternoons
So he sat on a rock and began to play
Hoping the fishes would swing and sway
Out of the sea straight into his net
So that he wouldn’t have to break a sweat
Now all day he piped his flute in vain
But not a fish he got for his pain
So at last he cast into the sea
His robust net lying idle and free
And caught an excellent haul of fish
More than what any man could wish
“O’ you corrupt creatures,” he said
“When I played my flute you almost acted dead
Now that I cast my net in the sea
You find your spark and dance merrily”
Tag: Life
Aesop’s Fables: The Ants And The Grasshopper
The busy ants were spending
A cold, cold winter day
Drying, searing, tending
Grains gathered in summer’s gay
A grasshopper there came passing
Choking with famine
“Don’t mean to be harassing
Can I have something to dine?”
The ants they all inquired
“In summer, where were you?”
“I sang as I desired”
Cried the ‘hopper feeling blue
The ants spoke in derision
“You sang the summer away
You did not stock provision
Now dance off your dismay”
Gift Me Wings
If you must gift me something
Gift me wings
To help me fly away
From all the material things
A Boy I Knew
There was once a boy I knew
And I knew him all too well
There was no better friend than him
Between the gates of heaven and hell
We always cared for one another
If you could see us, you could tell
For we knew each other a lot
And we knew each other well
…
Our childhoods flew away together
Amongst the green fields and the rain
Without a doubt, we thought out loud
We would never feel the pain
Of a precious friendship lost
Under any stress or strain
For our childhoods were spent together
Amongst the green fields and the rain
…
As we grew, like they always knew
Life knocked at our doors
It never came to devastate
But exposed our bond to pores
It was the same boat we ferried
But now without our oars
For we grew up way too fast
When life knocked at our doors
…
Now the swinging slinging days
Are behind us and are gone
All that’s left is the hustle bustle
From dawn to dusk to dawn
Pulled away from happiness
Towards money we’re now drawn
Soon enough the memories will
Be behind us and be gone
…
I wonder if we have a choice
Well I don’t know it at all
To free and liberate our souls
Or to stand up against the wall
If you could turn back the time
Would you brave and make the call?
For there was a boy I knew
Now I don’t know him at all
A Black Cat
A black cat with a tinge of gray
Crossed my tracks yesterday
It was anything but unlucky
For she helped the writer in me
Born From The Waters
I don’t understand the world and the world doesn’t understand me
I was born from the waters and will be tossed back into the sea
I never intended to find a meaning. I was just happy to be
A part of someone’s smile, dream, hope, love or memory
Secret Beauty Tips
Here are some secret beauty tips
Not that you really need it
You are just so beautiful
You still might want to heed it
…
Lend someone a helping hand
Help someone who is in trouble
Gift a smile to the grieving
Watch that glow grow double
…
Spend time with a baby
Find a bumblebee on a bud
Hear the skylarks singing
Your heart will pump more blood
…
Take responsibility for your actions
Accept your defeats with grace
Be humble in your victories
Get a sparkling, jolly face
Is Life A Screening?
Is Life a screening
To keep us from intervening
With Love, Nature, World
And God’s real meaning?
If This World Were More Perfect
If this world were more perfect
We’d have more heart and less brain
More squirrels and less pain
Less religion and more blossoms
More humility and less problems
More love which is sacred
Less anger, less hatred
More leaves with shining droplets
Less gadgets and less idiots
More violins and trumpets
Less critics and more poets
Balloons
When I was a kid
I had balloons
Lots and lots of balloons
I would hold on to the end of their string
Let them transport me away
They would take me to the skies
Over the city’s scrapers
Amongst the cool winds and the birds
I could see everything down below
People marching about like ants
Trucks the size of my toy car
Factories and schools all looked alike
Marvellous things all around
Yet I gazed at the clouds
Those white, fluffy balls
Floating, wandering aimlessly
Just how I wished to be
I would jump from one cloud to another
Like an astronaut on Moon
With my gravity-defying balloons
Hours and hours would jump with me
Till the daylight disappeared
And dark clouds and fatigue took over
Then I would descend
Upon the mundane earth
Into my warm room with a cozy bed
I would sleep on a cloud-like pillow
Smiling, dreaming
Of another fascinating trip the next day
That’s how my childhood passed
But now I’m a grown man
With those balloons still with me
They could still transport me to the skies
I just don’t let them
I’m a grown man now
