A life that's totalled
Is all in figures
Followed by zero's
Balance he hasn't used
For his own good
Decides if he was useful


The greatest joke
God played on man
Was to allow him
To discover cash on hand

Worthiness was decided
Talent was judged
Skill was valued
Religions too participated

More the better
The thumb rule
Everyone with the same goal
Bring in economics to fool

Complicated by its nature
Man added his nature
Never happy with what he has
He played with ideas to increase the money in hand

A million things were added
Nothing was ever subtracted
Multiplying money the purpose
Division of society the result

Rich and Poor
Indexes were formed
Wants remaining constant
Rich had the better hand

Wants too increased
Desire for money proportionately
Division grew with disparity
Some had all and many had none

One more section cropped
Having some but not all
Stood between the rich and poor
Appropriately named middle class

Where did class come from
Assuming that one end us all class
Their unlucky brethren is no class
Money decided Class

Worth Want Class
Rich Poor Middle
Not a plan of God
He's included so to hell with it all

Under the sky
Value added immediately
Market forces they say
Decide the value themselves we hear

Money the only motive
Equity Land Interest
Different names given
Those who don't have don't understand is the way its planned


Distribution of wealth
Con game of the Universe
Shared only amongst themselves
Not amongst them then deemed worthless

A place for people
Now rated second
Wars waged in their name
People killed money remains

Humanity laughed at
Weakness to cover the indigent
Cover the tracks and remove the guilt
Fill the empty pockets with all the sin

Religions now wage war
Money needed to spread it beyond far
Waiting for the day to deliver
Where God is sold to the highest bidder

State of flux
What do we want out of life
A good Education
A job befitting the study
A salary to keep ends tied
A woman to marry
In order to love
And raise a family
Wonderful kids growing under the care
If these points are connected
Is the graph perfect
Do these happen without hitches
Are we luck to have them
Or is the person lucky
Who doesn't posses any
But his life he's able to carry
Without much of a worry
He didn't know
Where to fix the points and
Join them later on
Or should he bleed of inferiority because none of the above worked out unapologetically
Where and how do we grade
Useful to ourselves and to others
Not creating nuisance to self and the rest
Both can be marked
As long as he ponders where he went wrong

High tides of grief
Drowning my heart slowly
Tuning off to the outside
Solitary confinement in a crowded place
Departed a dear one
Not knowing how to handle
My sorrow surprised me
Made me cry like I'd never been
Melancholy overflowing taking
The form of tears from the evening
Barrage of grief making me weep
A cousin equally in despair
Summoned me to the door
Walked slowly toward
His daughter in tow
Handed me a poster of CRY MACHO
Silver lining to that evening
An unexpected gift during mourning
Gladdened by his gesture
Started regaining my composure
Aware that i love Clint Eastwood
From a  very young age
Thoughtful of him to purchase
My excitement made me forget for a second
The poster and the warmth
Injected hope that the earth was a decent place
Had watched the film
Loved every frame like i did every Eastwood film to date
The quality and the size
Made me hold my head high with pride
That's always what  watching Eastwood made my inside
Spent the time till the creamation
With a little less burden
Thanks to Eastwood s latest cinematic affair
The innocence of his daughter
Who handed me the poster
Increased its value
1Sitting in my room i can see the Poster of CRY MACHO looking at me
Owning it makes me feel special coming from genuine emotion
A work of art representing the same work of art giving a glimpse into what's in store
The life-size poster of CRY MA

Why were we born?
What purpose do we serve
By our birth ?
We all are soon gone
Nothing is permanent we were told
Now we ourselves know
How does contribute positively work?
Why do we brand the folk?
Each is unique and unaware of this trip
The next stop its going to take
Or is there a stop at all
What is success?
What is failure?
If both are temporary in nature
Accumulated knowledge on a subject
Makes feel worth the while
Someone disinterested in that subject
Doesn't matter what we project
Why do we try?
To get affirmation
From others about our usefulness
Useful to who ?
Useless to who?
Why is being part looked down upon?
Why do we want to stand apart?
Stand apart is to stand alone
Why be alone
Why be special
There is no limit to feeling special
An ambitious mind
In an illusionary world
And the joys and sorrows that follows
Answers find in any philosophy chosen to follow
Ask yourself these questions
Answers lie wherein
Use philosophy to explore
What you know and don't know
If the philosophy doest answer
It is not meant to be learnt
The baggage is not cleared at any boarding gate
Follows you wherever you go mate
No escape no solution to these questions
Till answers found keep asking them

Fragile like glass
Derail a bit too fast
Relationships that don't last
Reason evident on the cards
A nature to express
Dislike  straight to the face
Dominating personality
Tilting the scales
Inferiority complex multiplies its fate
Arguments tangential makes a date
Equality is a delusion
In it searching for the solution
Fooling oneself beyond reason
It is skewed is the acceptance

Dignity and class
Consistency and empathy
The glue keeping
It from falling apart
Selfish reasons play a role
Denying it making oneself a fool

Breaking the chord
An easy affair
Took years to build
Ready to say farewell
A moment of reflection
On the good that was done
Slow downs the process of a hasty conclusion

Simmering differences kept
Under pressure for a time
Exact time chosen to stop pretend
Explode simultaneously at both ends
No


Respect the other
Don't cross the line
From a bore to a villain
Swings the perception
Aware of the qualities
Not indulging in whataboutery
Being blind to the faults
Is the only way to see the whole thing last

Referred in past tense
Value to the human given
Now just a physical presence
Waiting to be taken to the creamation
Till a second ago
Dealt with as real
Spoken about in  present
Now avoiding going near
The only reality hence fear
Arrangements made to keep the odour sane
Hours decided before removing the same
Planning involved in completing this game
Not even referred to by name
Sense of relief as the smoke exits the flame

As the day dawns
Knocking on our doors
From the skies
One day lesser
Left in our lives
We still welcome it
With hope and faith
Recieved it with respect
Logically we should detest
If we value life
Of ours and our near and dear
Countdown being announced
No hand made Swiss clock
But by the one above all
Who is never slow or fast
Because he decides the time after all