Rhyme and Reason, vol 2 | Page 3

life's joyful dose

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Under The Influence :
Resolute we are to mark treasures
with length and breadth of finite
measures
as if their expanse explains indulgence
where passion and
devotion fuse at confluence
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Grant Me A Moment :
Grant me a moment its tarrying worth
so I may savour my own
lingering
that later at length I could with mirth
dub it a spell apt for
remembering
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The Best Seat :
Seated amongst fondest of friends
I took my place with much relish

there's truth that happiness depends
on presence of those we
cherish
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Simple Worship :
Elaborate rituals and traditions serve to lengthen the divide between
what believers wish to state and supposed obligations that come with
prayers.More often than not, such rituals are man-made rules meant to

lend mystical, mysterious air to worship. In fact how we worship is as
bare knuckles as simple sincerity.
Rituals and traditions do not enhance spiritual health of the
faithful.They prolong the physical manifestation of worshipping taken
to (at times)zealous and elitist degree. It bewilders those who approach
religion with the aim of simple worship and sincere intimations.
The
imposition of man-made strictures and selfish interpretations magnifies
the measure of spiritual desolation and logical confusion when
welcome and solace are sought.
It is hurtful and spiritually repulsive to have a monk, priest or medium
severely chastise a worshipper for menial violations, made out of
ignorance, for the common people are not as well schooled in so-called
religious conventions. It is their duty to guide and courtesy to instruct.
No believer and worshipper comes with willful intent to cause sacrilege.
That goes against the purpose and effort of one's presence. Again, it is
caused by the imposition of rituals and ceremony which causes the
divide.
A believer comes, settles in a prayerful pose and speaks one's heart,
spills worries, mentions cares and wishes hopes for the numerous
tomorrows ahead. It is a simple affirmation of faith and a private
conversation with the Maker. What transpires in every session is a
mutual secret between believer and Divine. A simple act that can be
replicated at home in the confines of the room.
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Savage Civilization :
Known civilization was once overrun by wild tribes. Humanity once
again threatens itself; by overrunning itself from within. When decency
becomes an underground outlawed movement, if civilization glorifies
its own demise and luxuriates in the stream of crumbling plaster and
concrete, that is when the very term 'civilization' becomes a
meaningless warble of groans.
Before this desperate nightmare transmutes into hopeless reality, we
need to pinch ourselves and come to our senses by putting our chaotic

house in order. We are our own worst enemy and our likeliest saviour.
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Raindrops :
Those who plan to go on foot bide time till lashing water slackens its
vehemence upon the earth. Overfed sod forms mud puddles. Drenched
concrete turn shades darker.
Windows and screens are glazed with
hazy film. Droplets streak randomly along crooked paths, from the
steepest incline to the base. Trails of clear watery streaks slice through
round and oval drops , speedily and decisively, like drunken comets.

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Circumstantial Standpoint :
It's nothing but circumstances between us. Circumstances determine
who orders the charge and who charges, who lords over all and who the
servants are, who rests atop pedestals and who shoulder their weight,
who stands on the rostrum and who stand on the plains.
Mere circumstances divide us. They determine who bears the moral
responsibility, who does or refrain from the deed, those who are garbed
and crowned with honour , those besmirched with infamy.
It's nothing but circumstances between us. Their plot is such that there
are those who are heralds, those who are heralded and those who are
unheralded masses. Mere circumstances stretch and fill
possibilities
within the circumstantial spectrum.
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Just Passing By :
Questions and reality of mortality meet us head on. They are
inescapable in this mortal sphere. With each experience we grow
towards maturity and acceptance of the frailties of the flesh in Life's
autumn. Mortality steps on our plate. It comes with mounting
frequency. Rising generations. Receding elders. They meet , then one
of them become recollection.
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Workers Of The Land :
Let's turn our plaudits from urbane beings to workers of the land. Ever
so often overlooked in this age of metropolis. Their handiwork beget
sustenance which we require to sustain life and maintain our well being.
The country's produce douses bothers of hunger, satiates palates. Their
bread and butter , our bread and butter.
Workers of the land, at times
contemned, dismissed as simpletons. Give them their due. Short change
them not with regard. The earth had been generous to them when our
tongues were miserly. Workers of the land, nurtured by the earth and
they nurture the earth in return for its gifts.
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Rest :
Sleep is relief between exertions and effort we demand