RiTeLy RoNg
In the ornamental world of words, there happen to be bitter sweet truths, true lies, utterly beautiful ideas expressed with shadowy pellucidity. The dark light of creativity that intersperse the bright lull minds, which elucidate the cheerful silence, the loud muteness or the flagrant simplicity that signifies blatant modesty.
Polarized unison of ideas stream through with purposeless aim and immaculate imperfection flanked by diverging cohesiveness and dithering focus. In between, there still runs the channel of insignificant wisdom which in all fairness might be insipid inspiration to an unsure progress in the lost direction of a blurred goal.
The journey might be placidly rugged or painstakingly peaceful, strewn with redolent blandness, marked by diminishing progress. It could be a fictitious reality with frivolous seriousness and fraught with frail strong points. The composition might vary from pejorative affirmations to meek diatribe studded with charged lacunae of sleepy dynamism and seductive freedom.
The works though, with all their fervent carelessness, fiery indifference, veritable fallacy, disoriented purposefulness and muddled clarity must not cease to continue for only from the process of being rightly wrong, the epiphany emerges. Out of cluttered calmness are born the thread of fresh thoughts, profound styles and a whole new perspective that help one establish amongst the prying, cynical and obsidian eyes. Ultimately it is the passport to give you the right to proclaim your rightfulness even when you wrong, that is if you write right the art of being rightly wrong!
What an ace !
life moves at a pace ,
in a haze
for some may daze,while others race
there are not many ways,but to fall in place
in the path of existing arrays
for few it is a craze
but not many succeed always
still life moves at a pace
and for some in haze
one day you go for a blaze
some other day you may be hard to trace
yet each one has his own ways to keep up the pace
a lot fall out of place,some escape with a graze
only a few can keep up the pace
yet life ticks and tricks always
a sudden fall from grace can throw you in a maze
with no heart to show your face
you may feel erased
yet life moves at a pace that leaves you in daze
for,once the things that fell in place
may be the very cause of you to go out of place
with race for place
at a pace that sets everyone ablaze
leaves many in daze and haze
due to craze or grace,
life in its own pace
moves always
until those last few days
when your breath falls short of pace
then this crazy world throws you out of place
with only a few garlands on you to embrace
that’s the time when you pray,what an ace ?
what an ace,
from the one who makes us puppets and plays
well really what an ace !
the fastest in this world of pace.
