For the day's sunshine
      I don't wait
      it's up to me
      to create

     life might be
     dull or drab
     I'll hammer it
     into the desired state

    my role I'll play
    meaningful living I'll not negate:
    time intervenes and watches
    my right I retain, life to celebrate

Do women love differently from men?

They certainly knew
more than I ever could
sadly their talent they neglected
and courted an outcome far from good

over so long them I'd watched
waiting for the glow of their thought
still in the shadows they were shrouded
the years had swept by and their whereabouts I forgot.

The day when

competition I sought

spelt my moral downfall

just like decaying leaves falling on the sod

Silence
will give you space
to hold back
and reflect
while words
will only
futility
and chaos create

that which
has been said
can't be routed back
and your peace
it will crack

such is
the wisdom
of the sage
but sadly
we don't have

ourselves
we drown
in senseless
utterances!

One day
you'll be tired
of yourself-
too much
you've done
but with
many wishes
thwarted

then sets in
--Weltschmerz-
the world-weariness
and you're caught
in its web-insidious
from which
you can't escape

the sigh follows
how futile has been
all the effort!

Does life
have real meaning
or is it
just plain absurd?

Life in one word-
aspiration