Trust Distrust

Lesson is learnt in the poem
there are very few things that rhyme
others are just felt to be rhyming
the one those are felt on beats
may be on the lower heeds
referring to something else
that is nothing but weeds

Some people in your life
comes as they might be
the right person, the right friend
the one you can trust
at least you think
that you can speak
when you feel dejected
when you are hurt
when you have no one
so that the extra burden
on your heart eases out

Those some you search for
those some which you look for
those some whose company
makes you happy make you change
your state of mind
those some who change
your behavior, your outlook
You recognize them truly
when it happens to you
when it comes to you in life
when you reach out
and want to hold them abreast
to cry and stay calm

But when you find most
people of them makes fun
not only in the lightest of times
but the time when you feel
the gravest of your needs
then you think about those
who hurt you in your life
don't even know us
or want to hurt us
but these are your friends
those you searched for
those you looked for

This is the time you trust
on them is now finished
you feel more dejected
by these great friends
than the one who hurt you
Some of them were not the same
they want to flow with the crowd
They did so cos they dont want
to stand away from the crowd
this makes them feel so proud
Now the trust will never arise
like a cat blessing a mice

Now you know there are very few
very very few who are yours
There is a lesson that is learnt
Never trust anyone , never ever
better say never expect good
even from your own
Lesson is also given by the poem
there are very few things that rhyme
others are just felt to be rhyming
The one those are felt on beats
may be on the lower heeds
referring to something else
that is nothing but weeds.

-By Sunil Kumar

Elegant Stranger!

I endure the empty lane, fighting my inner pain,
Your thoughts driving me insane, Is it drop of tear or rain?

Since that day in June, across my eyes swims your face,
Smitten by your mesmerizing grace, all night I search you in moon.

I am not me anymore, since ages it seems,
Heartbeats causing an uproar, in breath so lean.

With the first morning ray, remembering the almighty I pray,
An already lost game I play, taking a break at the end of day.

Running here, Running there, Running everywhere,
Always on time but few, to catch that one glance of you.

You have no clue, of the spell she casts on you,
Striking a bond at the first sight, with her eyes so true.

In this journey of life, lonely, I wander,
Desiring your company, as my Elegant Stranger!

- Sandy

One Art!

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

- By Elizabeth Bishop