Extreme

We can understand
Darkness and light
Two such extremes
Black challenges white

Compromise

We despair, we hope
We ****, we pray
To compromise
Think in colour grey

Many things I wanted to do,
I had no means to see them through,
My many years went rushing by,
Quicker than birds up in the sky,
So some dreams were lost on the way,
Never did see the light of day,
Now I've settled with what I've got,
Still to finish what I did not.

The evening owl flew in through the open door,
Came to a skidding halt on newly waxed floor,
It stopped to get its bearings for a little while,
Turning its head around in its owlish style,
Then it flew up to land on top of the chair,
Seeing the welcoming sky from way up there,
So with a farewell hoot it took off again,
And crashed unkindly into the window pane.

No matter from where he falls,
From the cupboard or the door,
He will always land feet first,
Soon as he reaches the floor,
Acrobatic is the cat,
Small and light, springy is he,
Sometimes when he can't be found,
Look for him up in the tree.

I was just a small child,
though from a very poor family,
I had two brothers and a sister,
but we did live happily

My father was a fisherman,
catching fish every day,
to feed his family best he could,
he knew no other way

We lived in a village,
one day disaster struck,
'twas in Thailand in Phuket,
the tsunami came, we had no luck

My whole family was wiped out,
the only one left was I,
all my friends were also lost,
and all I could do was cry

I wished that I had also died,
then all of us would still be together,
but why was god so uncaring,
why was I left to suffer?

Subtle washing of the brain,
unlike its laundry counterpart,
does proceed with patience and slowness,
to invisibly change the mind and heart;
In minutes or an hour,
The laundromat will be all done,
but sophisticated brain washing,
takes a longer time to finish its run.

Some nights the degrees dropped below zero,
Heavy snow rained down to the ground below,
Covering homeless tramps bundled and old
On sidewalks shivering with freezing cold

Some luckless beggars sleep on parks' benches,
Forever trapped by penniless fences,
A handful few will not survive till dawn
Not even when the final ice is gone