THE SINKING CLOCK

So it's true, that between 17 and 27 years is our prime period.

Meaning, all the mistakes or the good choices we make in life are in this non volatile steroid.

Your career paths, and everything else in your future depends on this short era.

The beautiful ladies and the young men chase each other.

Here, the meek will find their way and the restless tend to find theirs anyway.

Your good choice will reward you forever and a wrong tick won't stop hunting.

Ancestors tried it and can confirm without doubting.

That although change is possible, Avoiding a mistake is plausible.

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Poem for a good wife’s birthday

TRENDING! Happy birthday to you my soul mate. My only best friend till date If I have a chance for a new love mate, You’ll still be the one I’ll date. Thank you for coming into my life Thank you for being my wife Thank you for not giving me strife But rather being my hive God bless you for the peace in our marriage God bless your womb and her fruit You’ve lived with me in truth And since I have not the voice, I’ll sing for you with flute. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED

A LAN WITH A PLAN

The patriotism of a man, Popularly known for splashing cash, Was once held so high as next to the sun. That he never thought of a backlash. His party, friends and ally, Had him as the next leader. So he gave out his all to every rally, With hope to reap bountifully later. But the Bible had admonished, “Woe to a man who trusts in men” So the word became flesh, And the evidence today is fresh. A new man had risen with a plan. With fame, cash and lies, Who knit cunning ties, With intent to steal from Alan. The promise to him as his inheritance, Is now nullified without stance, Within the new sect of patriots, Who were once his cherished compatriots. “It is my turn” Yes he exclaimed! You should have taken your chance, The Judases had vividly explained. Thus, how he gave out his birth right. Never say never as dry bones can rise again. Alan will not give up the chase, Knowing how much there is to gain, Especially when you have a good case. So here they come! As a united front, To give the s...

UnSHREDDED DREAMS

It’s another weekend! Where the light shines no more At the the tunnel’s end Unless we decide to roar. Life has come to a limit. As everyone is in remit, To their weaknesses And not just sicknesses. Soon looms another year, As December is here. January is yet pending, And we all hope to be there. But where are the hopes? Our past ambitions, Those dreams we shared with the popes, And our prayers of petitions. Whatever we hoped to taste, All seems burnt to waste. We asked for money, But we only got to sip honey. We prayed for grace, But our faces fell in grease. Maybe it was not your time, So God didn’t give you a dime. But if you are reading this rhyme, Know ye that you are about to shine.

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