Wonderlust!!!

Rolling in the rigmarole

Oblivious in staid and routine cadence

Through peril and hazard trifling

Salvaging another after one incidence

Chasing goals chimerical

Dreams but gone asunder

No gait upright none eyes bright

Where wonder is that thunder!

In the worldly pursuit of happiness

Collateral always is independence

Fueled by desires unsatiated

Deeper I sink in blithe decadence

May a day arrive I awake

Bound by none and any rejoinder

The path uncertain and promises none

My heart I follow, may it wander

Will such a day come ever

I wonder I wonder I wonder!

Ode to a teacher!!!

At crossroads stood the boy

Strife strewn and confused,

One end lay conformity supreme

Dreams at the other side extreme

At every step the expectations piled

Dream on my child, dream on my child

One comes across seldom

A person so severe yet so tender

And the gift greatest she gave

In victory and defeat to behave

Not despair nor celebrate wild

Dream on my child, dream on my child

Preparing to make in a world mark

Of possibilities glorious and misses gory

The hand that guided in uncertainty dark

Instilled courage in those days hoary

Belief that no dream was ever mild

Dream on my child, dream on my child

Every day our deeds did you tire

When words failed even action awaited

Yet you never ceased to inspire

You were the beacon that never abated 

How I wish I could turn back the clock

Thank you for everything my teacher, you rock!

A Beautiful Day.... wasted!!!

In the partial darkness of dawn

From deep slumber I once again rise

As the sun threatens to break the hold

Of the night cold my lips concede

A smile for the promise of a day

A beautiful day indeed

Armed with the fury of a man possessed

The conflagration that comes from within

Up and about for the day ahead

Perspiring and toiling hard I prepare  

Brimming with energy and youth

And the poise that experiences feed

Brings the 1^st shot of caffeine

Attention to any hint of forbearance

Followed by another that interrupts

The monotony of the listless hour

Indulged again in chores trivial

I wait and wait for the eternal deed

With the strength of the sun weakening

I forbid hope to forfeit in despair

And the prospect of a brighter morrow

More hope and strength I borrow

Reminiscing about how sweet hard days tasted

This was, after all, just another beautiful day, wasted