Causes and Reasons

If ever there was a day
when the morning never rose
with a smile wrapped in the warm quilt
I couldn't have made it here.
We made up a tale for them
they never had it all
and made up a tale themselves
and had a cup of reasons and causes.
Why should we paint the door
and why not the floor
after all they both are a part of our lives
and before we paint the wall
shouldn't we paint the floor
as if it were a part of our life.

What to eat and How to eat It.

To eat or not to eat is what is pestering my mind
to peel it from the top or to tear it from behind?

To eat it boiled or roasted or fried
in gravy , in sauce or cold and dried.

To chew it, suck it or may be swallow it whole
in slices, pieces or a tied up roll.

Brown when hot , yellow when cold
older the better , but not too old.

Fresh or stale or preserved in ice
bland , plain or a kin of some spice.

Chilled, Boiling, red hot for some
soft for some and for some to crump.

To be had with wine and sometimes water
great in the company of the Boss' daughter.

At noon,at dawn , at dusk or when it sets
a mood pensive or in midst of threats.

Easy, fast or quick if you may like
a salmon, a trout or take a pike.

In oil , without it, with it but without
wrapped in velvet or in a clout.

Eat it while you can dear Sir
for they say each year brings more doubt.

You cannot learn to love

you cannot learn to hate

can't learn how to write

can't learn how to to read

you cannot learn to smile

you cannot learn to see

can't learn how to forget

you cannot learn to be

you cannot learn to be small

and neither to be big

can't learn how to speak

can't learn how to hear

you can just learn how to learn

and learn that you can feel.

The Four Seasons

There are but four seasons
and four seasons shall there be,
all to remind us that life
will be what life shall be.

Be it the bright sunny days of summer
or the gloomy ones of rains,
the hope of spring be it
or winter's cold disdain.

The scent of autumn is in the air
when the leaves they turn to gold
and you walk on them as they lie on the road
they crackle , they are old.

Snowy peaks and clear blue streams
frozen lakes and hands
water everywhere sometimes
and sometimes in few strands.

They begin they end with precision methinks
but then so does life,
it's just that we can't see this all
in this age of struggle and strife.