Leftovers

Original versions of products are held at great value.
Your value as a human being is determined in part by society,
Associations, character.

You are a product,
A by-product of what I left.
You are my leftovers.

Who am I to value/devalue you?
After all, in a recycled world,
I have someone's leftovers too.
:)

And in case you want to get all gangster on me,
I may be someone's leftover.
Now, you can get it twisted.
:)

Adrift

We are drifting apart.
The things keeping us afloat,
Cherished memories,
Residual love,
Potential gossip,
Prying questions.
The sad part?
You don't even see it!
Then maybe we can do something about it.


*Inspired by Yaa's status message on 20th September 2010.

Foundling Father?

Your promise of a better tomorrow
Is today's sorrow.
Remember what your started,
What you completed,
What you scattered.
Promises of a brighter future,
With you at the helm.

You set if off,
Became more and more confusing,
You set yourself apart
And lost touch with the masses
You swore to protect.
No longer ours, you were,
Everyone's, you were.
Our envy knew no bounds.
Dreams were no longer ours,
We lost touch with your dreams, our dreams.
Away with you!

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So when you begged to come back,

We laughed at you,

And mocked you.

Not knowing we were dancing,

To a tune no longer yours.

A different sound

Belonging to other puppet masters,
Who expose you as a grand puppeteer,

Hiding the swings to which we dance.

So at this point of no return
We reminisce what we lost.
The people we are,
The person we lost.
We imagine the future as you envisioned
And go forward in many directions,

Looking back

Blazing Trails

Tread with care,
Lest you stumble.
I fall in your footsteps.
I place my feet in your impressions.

Tread deep,
Leaving a mark.
A sign to uplift me.

With wisdom meander.
The caveat is what I seek.

Grope with caution.
My light is dim.

Leave white stones,
Landmarks of your passage.

*Enjoy the weekend.  Leave a legacy to follow. :)

Fortress

A world untouched,
Still calm,
Gentle surface,
Silent echoes,
Sparse impressions,
Iridescent facade.
Words of hail,
Innate threats
To keep at bay
Everyone.

All existence
Contained
A minute box.
Was not always like that.
Brick here,
Mortar there,
Crack,
Quick fix.
Slow, sure,
The walls came up,

Layers made from
Tears shed,
Hurts,
Disappointments,
Worry,
Battles.
Bolts and boulders.

In My Mouth

I have something in my mouth.;
A spoon,
Made from copper it is
Because silver is gone.
Gold was offered,
But got snatched up.
I was given platinum,
It got stolen,
Not 'cos of lack of care;
Cos of too much care.

I know of someone who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, yet she is the most burdened person I know. She has been brought up to feel guilty about the fact that she has so much and others have less. Hers is a case of sorrow in the midst of abundance. She is her own worst critic in the act of self-denial.

Your Invitation

I went off,
Walkways, highways,
Shops, stalls,
Homes, houses.
I say to everyone, Come.
Come with me.
Visit my home,
There is a huge spread for everyone.
Everything and anything imagined,
Come, eat your fill.
Come, it is at no cost to you.
Come.

Excitement, doubt, excuses;
Attire was not appropriate,
They had guests over,
Had prior engagements.
Sad.
They promised to make it the next time.
What if there isn't a next time?
Shrugs.

Those who came
Comforted me.
Joy, laughter, songs.
My heart is bursting.
Welcome.
Welcome to my abound,
Set your burdens aside,
Take off you what you have, owe.
JC has prepared places for you.
Your garments are ready.
No need for alterations,
They fit perfectly.
You have accomplished your purpose.
Your reward is ready.


This is a continuation from here. I sometimes refer to Jesus Christ as JC .