Ambition & Leisure

I've been contemplating on this for a long time, yet these are the words which drove me to compose this piece of writing...

"Life is not a race, do take it slower. Hear the music, before the song is over."

                            SLOW DANCE, by David L Weatherford 

Glinting eye, blood ablaze,

'corpse' full of ambition.

Wherever you look, back or forth,

a mission's the new tradition.

" I'm set to shape my future today,
and I shall not detour.
For there will come a fruitful day,
that'll startle every viewer.

" They'll look at me and blame themselves,
and wish that they'd worked harder.
For time that's spent idling by
gives but a brimming larder. "

Some words I speak are silver stones,
my friends, please all pay heed.
Are you sure you really have
all the time you need?

No one knows how long we have,
I could die tomorrow.
No one knows what awaits with death,
heavenly bliss, or sorrow.

Life itself 's a precious gift,
not bestowed on many.
So try to count your blessings today,
instead of your pennies.

Look through the window at times,
it'll give you genuine pleasure.
As important as goals may be,
take out time for leisure. 

It's tiny things, not tremendous ones,
that make our lives jovial.
So pack your life with petty puns,
and let the treasures lay open.

What's the point of having a life
that's just a mere 'existence'?
Sweating, hogging, night and day,
hat's off to your persistence.

Do enjoy the trivial things,
they give you genuine pleasure.
So make sure you 'live' your life,
and take out time for leisure. 

Don't ever abandon your dreams,
please don't get me wrong.
Our passions are certainly crucial creatures-
and must be carried along.

The only thing I ask of you,
is to hit the pause button.
Take a while to embrace the moments,
everything need not be sudden.

On this note I end these stones,
with a hope to sway your mind.
For ambition and leisure must go hand in hand,
and happiness you will find.

I've got to add this...
My tagline is "Dare to dream it, strive to achieve it..." Be ambitious and follow your dreams, but do enjoy the pleasures along the way. Eventually, it is our happiness that matters : )

2010

10th September 2010, Friday  

   A small planet revolves around a small star in a small galaxy of the universe. The beings of this planet have given it the name 'Earth'. In the capital city of a peninsular country, a girl of 9 sits in her living room. She's preparing an 'Get well soon' card for her 3 year old brother, who is in the hospital, suffering from H₁N₁ flu.
   She has no idea of the severity of her brother's illness, but hopes that he will be okay soon, as she carefully peels of a sticker and 

sprinkles coloured sand on the glue left behind. She then tilts the 
paper to remove the excess sand. She smiles at her latest creation and can't wait for one of her parents to take it to her brother the next day. Neither of them are back from the hospital yet. She doesn't like it that she isn't big enough to go to the hospital. She misses her brother and longs to see him.
   Her grand mother calls out for her to sleep. But she doesn't want to sleep. She wants to wait for her mom or dad to come back. She wants to hear that her brother is better. The bell rings at that moment and she instantly runs to open the door, dropping a bowl of sand behind her.
   She is pleasantly surprised to see both her parents and a couple of other relatives standing at the door. But she misses the signs, and jumps in to her father's arms. When she pulls back, she asks her parents that how come they both came home that night? How come one of them didn't stay back with her brother at the hospital? The presence of the other relatives doesn't even cross her mind. Someone pulls back her mother to prevent her noticing the sobs her mother just broke into. Her father replies with a straight face that the nurses and doctors at the hospital are taking good care of him. She doesn't give it a second thought. She quickly runs inside and gets the card she made. Her father gives her a smile with great difficulty and says that it's really well made. 
   As her father enters the house, his eyes meet with those of her grand mother. She notices this, but forgets about it. Her grandmother calls her to sleep with a tight jaw, and it is with great reluctance that she agrees. As she closes her eyes, she can't help but think about the smile that will cross her brother's face when he sees her card. She soon falls asleep.

11th September 2010, Saturday

   The girl is woken up by her mother. She is told that her father is bringing her brother back home. She is unable to contain her excitement as she springs out of bed. Her father enters the room. She immediately demands to see her brother, and is told that he is waiting outside in the car. She instantly runs out of the room, but is called back. It is then that she notices that there are several other people in the room as well. Her father pulls her into a hug as her mother starts to cry. She is confused. She wonders why her mother is crying. "I'm sorry, beta," says her father. "I'm sorry I couldn't bring him back to you." Her father starts crying too. It is the first time she has ever seen him cry. She is unable to comprehend what's happening. But, at the sight of her parents, she starts to cry too. They both pull her into a tight hug. It suffocates her, but she doesn't care. A feeling dawns upon her that she wouldn't be able to see her brother again. 
   She cries and cries. She has no idea how much time has gone by. Her father gets up and leaves the room. A few moments later, she is vaguely aware as she is being taken to the living room. Many people have gathered here. The dining table has been removed to create space and there are white sheets on the ground. Subconsciously, she realises that there is only white colour to be seen, other than the yellow wall.
   She stares at the wall and the people around for quite some time, before her attention is drawn to a white lump of sheets in her weeping mother's arms. She realises that it is a person. She realises that it is her brother. This knocks the wits out of her. For the first time, a bitter reality dawns upon her. She can't think anything; she can't feel anything. She just looks. Her trance is broken by someone who edges her further.
   She sits beside her mother as she looks at her brother's face which is no longer smiling up at her. She touches his now blueish face, only to find it ice cold; his nostrils stuffed with cotton. And then she holds him. She clutches him tightly and cries till she no longer can. Cries till her eyes are blood red in colour. She had never seen any one like this, and the sight of her brother, only presented her with unimaginable and intolerable pain. 
   She has seen movies, heard about how the icy cold hands of death 'turn people into stars', but she is having a hard time getting her mind around it. She had a slight idea that she would not see him again, and hence, never let her gaze shift from his face. It was only when she and her mother were pulled back, that she had to let go. Her father picked up her brother and carried him to the car.
   She was placed on a sofa by someone, where she discovered his Preschool photo album. She spent a long time taking in and stroking the pictures. Many people, including her teachers come to visit her, but she hardly notices. Eventually, she is left alone, and the day passes.

12th September 2010, Sunday

   The hours pass without her realising. She is only brought back to reality when her mother asks if she would be going to school the next day. It is then that she recollects that she had her first ever French examination the following day. She is unprepared for it. She knows that she can do it, but she lacks the will. She tells her mother that she doesn't want to go, and her mother agrees.

Three-four days later

   Now days pass without her realising it. She is lost in thoughts she never recollects. Watching her parents breaks her; and the fact that she can do nothing to comfort them makes her feel helpless. She thinks that giving them a hug would help, but it only makes them cry harder.
   Her mother reminds her that her main exams are starting from the coming Monday, and she can't skip all those. She tries to gather herself to study, but only does so unwillingly.

A few weeks later

Her exams are over, and she has no recollection of them whatsoever. Her mind is in a strange mess. She can't help but burst into tears every day. Her best friend tries to get her together, but ends up calling her 'over-sensitive'. This hurts her even more. She tries as hard as possible to gather herself, but her parents' eyes bring back painful memories. She's waiting for a miracle, something that will fix her family.... 

Nine months later, she gets that miracle. Although it is not enough to seal the hole deep within her, but is is the best she could have received...

Theory of Relativity

This isn't really a topic that I should've composed a poem on, but it is deep. Think about it...

You may say that the moon's bright,
I'll say not more than the sun;
You'll say that guitar's a fight,
whereas I'd rather not play drums.

You may say that the Ganges is long,
I'll say that the Nile's longer;
You can say that a lion's strong,
I'll call an elephant stronger.

The world is a plethora of ideas,
everyone has their own mind, yeah.
These may be insignificant things you've never noticed before,
but trust me, there are actually yet a lot more.

We can all have a different view,
so I give to you something completely new.
Aujourd'hui, I present before thee,
My theory of Relativity.

You say money is a necessity,
I feel life has more worth.
You look at many people with pity,
think of those who have actual dearth.

You may say that they failed,
I'll argue at least they tried;
You say it may have hailed,
I'll tell you somebody died.

It all depends on how we look at it,
you'll get ten different views if you actually sit;
Nothing in this world can be described sole,
you need to compare it with another as a whole.

We can all have a different view,
so I give to you something completely new.
Aujourd'hui, I present before thee,
My theory of Relativity.

You say that you lost a $10 bill,
I'll remind you of someone who hasn't had a bite in days.
You complain the AC's a little chill,
there are people who're tolerating the sun's blaze.

You complain of a hectic day at work,
when there are hundreds who'd take your place any day;
Those whose ends don't meet with the job of a clerk,
or those who sleep on a bundle of hay.

You have a hundred problems to moan about,
but how many times will I have to shout?
That there's millions of people out there,
who genuinely need the world's care.

I hope my words affected you,
added a tad bit of sensitivity to that stew;
'Cuz then my effort wasn't in vain, 
aujourd'hui, presenting before thee,
My theory, of Relativity. 

LIBERATE

Ginger face behind invisible bars,

a hefty load holds her down;

But never must you hide your scars,

or smile above a frown.

"Why this sudden concern for me,

why do you care if I frown;

No one cared till yesterday,

when I was about to leave this town."

"It's still not late,

please don't make haste;

You can always change your fate."

"The sun goes down,

but it comes back up;

as vibrant as a clown."

"They'll see me withering back and forth,

but never raise a voice;

so I'll be stuck in these streets of Porth,

and ultimately have no choice."

"It's still not late,

please don't make haste;

You can always change your fate."

"The sun goes down,

but it comes back up;

as vibrant as a clown."

"They mock at me and call me names,

who cares about my feelings?

I feel my head hung down with shame,

my shoulders holding up the ceiling."

"It's still not late,

please don't make haste;

You can always change your fate."

"Just let me help you through this maze,

I promise you'll overcome it;

For dreams are meant to be chased,

and not buried up in a pit." 

"I feel a spark light up inside me,

I'm ready to break the chains;

I owe you huge for reminding me,

that there's sunshine after the rains."

Hence I saw her unfurl her wings,

and fly high into the sky;

This is how I saw her flee

and thanked God she tried.