Salt

You ask me if salt is good

I say let’s ask the pickled food

The muscle might want to share its thoughts

You ask me if the knife is good

I placed the surgeon’s knife

near the butcher’s knife

Butcher’s knife frowned back on me

I cut that’s my job said the knife to me

Blame the fellow who used me

I cut said the butcher to me

Ask the people who buy from me

My thoughts turned to the murdered souls

No, not the ones who were cut for food

Why was the knife used for murder so?

You ask me if the knife is good

I leave you with a knife that killed for good!

You ask me if salt is good

The pickle and the muscle might agree not

The sugar says forget me not!

And so flows the stream..

I want to be a stream

Flowing through the forest

Doing my own feat

I want to be a stream

Like I used to be

Skipping along rocks

And jumping down depths

Running along meeting new friends

Raising a din

Dashing along to meet the ocean deep!

All I want is to be a little stream

But people won’t let me be

They twist and turn me around

They push me into rivers and

Onto turbines great

When all I want to be

Is a stream doing its own feat

They make me run swift

Where I want to run smooth

And stop me where I want to run

I push and push trying to stay alive

When I succeed I find I caused a many to die

Lost I am, shamed are my ways

I cease to push I cease to live

Cursed am I forever?

Greatness never desired, destructions never sought

I meet at every nook

Soiled am I, never to know myself again

Roots call me, chide me for the ways I have been

See what you desired and what lies at your feet?

Will I ever be able to explain?

They were not mine

Nor the river’s, does it matter

It was not the river I was supposed to meet

It was not the river I was supposed to lead you to meet

Were not mine and your desires just the same?

I belong to you I cry in vain

You are the river they say, tell us your name

Will I be able to explain?

I am like the river but not the same

I am one with river but never the same

They took away my name

You are the river they said

No I am not cried I in vain

Will I ever be able to explain?

The river that I do not belong

Tries to take me along

The more it tries the more I feel

The tug behind

I do not want to go

I want to stay behind

I know where I belong

Will I ever be able to explain?

I am somewhere I was never meant to be

I am someone I was never meant to be

Distant memories call me home

I want to go where I belong

I want to be where I belong

When the river meets the ocean

I dread, my dreams to be

Will be shred

For lost will be the river

Myself and all

In the ocean will I be my own?

In the ocean will I be lost forever?

Will I meet my own?

For now, all I know is

I want to be a stream

I want to be like I used to be

When all I wanted to be

Was a little stream-

A little stream with its own dream!

Sometimes

Sometimes you feel low

After life’s mighty blow

Wait, don’t get up just as yet

Wait, for the feeling has not sunk in yet!

The grief will seem great

Locked will seem fate

Weak will seem your might

Wait, for it’s no time to get up and fight

Wait, for it’s alright not to fight

Let your grief strike

Let it score a point

Let  it smother your mind

And tear your soul

Trampled thus and cornered so

The mind will soar

Wait, for the time is not ripe yet

When the moment is right

The path will shine bright

Wait not now, Waste not your time

For the moment could not be more right

To pick up your might and  kickstart your fight

The This That Dictate

Gals are neither this

Nor guys that

Men are neither this

Nor women that

   Heroes are neither this

Nor villains that

The this of a villain

Or was it a that?

Remove a this and add a that

A hero a villain, A villain a hero

A foe a friend, A friend a foe

So hangs our bagful of woe

Decisions are made

Assuming a this or a that

Things we think happen

Because of a this or a that

Will we ever relinquish the this that dictate?