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The Boat that was Doomed Forever

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There was once a very small boat;

made of polished, dark mahogany

It had to keep itself forever afloat;

its habits were a strange homogony

The boat being very small and petty;

it didn’t matter in His design at all

But its fate was written in the jetty;

in a few sentences, dark and small

‘You are hereby destined, you old one;

ordained to sail to non-existent shores

No other options or choices are none;

all the other paths end on locked doors’

‘Read these words, for it is your fate;

eternally destined to bet on lost causes

Do take it from me and do take it straight;

there is only anguish and no applauses’

The boat surely didn’t want this fate;

but life was cursed and forever doomed

Distress was certain and was never late;

the horn of frustration forever boomed 

Still, the old boat didn’t lose hope;

and started each journey with faith

Braving the waves, no anchor or rope;

a lonesome ghost, a silent wraith

There were storms and hard rain;

the boat did not care and moved on

There was damage and even pain;

the boat always waited for the dawn

Sometimes it saw lights and visions;

smiling with hope, it rowed on

But those were all bitter delusions;

the visions, what its fancy had drawn

Sometimes, it heard joyous laughter;

with a hopeful heart, it shouted ‘ahoy!’

Trying to chase the voices, it went after;

but found only silence, no mirth, no joy

Well, that was the life of this poor boat;

the lonely boat that was doomed forever

This was all - the life of this boat;

all the same were the days, whatsoever

The boat is tired, its wood has all but rotten;

there are several leaks, it’s  bound to sink

The dreams of glory, all forgotten;

the end is near, it has reached the brink

But the boat rows on, for it has a purpose;

it’s destined to live on, it’s meant to serve

The heart is tired, exhausting is the circus;

no time to lay anchor, no sense to lose nerve

You and Me – Human and Selfish

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Each of us - you and me and even us all;

we walk and run, and sometimes we crawl

We laugh and shout, and we love and hate;

our feelings make our ego, a great big wall

Each of us hides within a giant black hole;

hungry enough to devour our very human soul

It’s our heaviest burden that we must carry;

life is the theatre, and it is our abhorrent role

Each of us floats along a dark river of pain;

winding through the valleys of loss and of gain

Our longest journey from birth till our death;

our miserable life – grey and filled with rain

Each of us is addicted to the drug of pleasure;

a sudden rush surging - no limit and no measure

This is our downfall and our biggest dilemma;

regret is the poison; there is no hidden treasure

Each of us is different, despite being the same;

yet we hate and we fight for name and fame

This is why we fail to grow, this is why we lose;

admitting weaknesses, a prospect filled with shame

All of us are one, yet we choose to tread alone;

fighting like rabid dogs when life throws a bone

This is the grand sin; this is why we are doomed;

we fail to hold hands, we always act for our own

The Boy and the Lake

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There once was a little boy named Sebastian, who was fond of wandering and adventures. These wanderings and adventures were his ‘walkabout’. What is a ‘walkabout’? You may ask. That is indeed an interesting question.

It is said that once a child reaches puberty amongst the Australian aborigines, he or she is left free to roam the desert, preferably under the watchful eye of a tribal elder. The child wanders here and there and sees all. The sights become perceptions; the perceptions become observations; and the observations become learning once translated by the elder. As they grow older, the learning is applied to life, and the lessons become wisdom.

Though Sebastian was never left free to roam around, he loved doing it whenever he could. He loved the tall trees and the green mountains and the blue sky filled with the billowing summer clouds. He loved nature and all its wonderful smells.

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A Shit-load of Exclamation Marks!

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SCREAM!!!!!

You wanna scream at something – really anything at all;

you wanna scream at someone – really anyone at all

You wanna shout to make God bend down and call;

you wanna shout till your voice echoes in His great hall

But in the end, you are just screaming at yourself;

banging your own head against the silent wall

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