I rue the day they minted the coin
And made it a standard to weigh a deed
Why did they ever have to invent you to measure my worth?
Each his one gift to fit in the puzzle
Where is it am I heading with whatever talent of mine?
What is indeed the measure of me?
Whomsoever got their dreams in hand aren't as happy as they aught.
Who have yet to make strides in those arenas aren't exactly impoverished in their true calling.
Why do we always have to eavesdrop in on an other's life
to take a grade of the self that is mine?
Does this yearning for greener pastures go away?
Is it man's inherent quality to always rebel so?
To reach for the one apple that eludes him.
Is it the challenge
or is it the inertia of troubles gone by
he psychologically associates himself with.
And sadly how he laments the days gone by
and comes down to accept the sour apple
when he is past his time to do anymore about it.
Or a few like him who win over the adversity of their own choosing with the help of a little fate and luck
or the one whose hand the apple falls down into with none but the winds to thank for...
What to say more but that all of us have to drown alone in the deepest stillness within us before we rise up with our minds and hearts
scathed but whole to atleast float
on life's boat if not to touch the revered skies.
Oh yes, even as those little coins wink at me i can safely say that they can never measure up to the wisdom of the still waters within you or the brilliance of the almighty skies beyond.
And made it a standard to weigh a deed
Why did they ever have to invent you to measure my worth?
Each his one gift to fit in the puzzle
Where is it am I heading with whatever talent of mine?
What is indeed the measure of me?
Whomsoever got their dreams in hand aren't as happy as they aught.
Who have yet to make strides in those arenas aren't exactly impoverished in their true calling.
Why do we always have to eavesdrop in on an other's life
to take a grade of the self that is mine?
Does this yearning for greener pastures go away?
Is it man's inherent quality to always rebel so?
To reach for the one apple that eludes him.
Is it the challenge
or is it the inertia of troubles gone by
he psychologically associates himself with.
And sadly how he laments the days gone by
and comes down to accept the sour apple
when he is past his time to do anymore about it.
Or a few like him who win over the adversity of their own choosing with the help of a little fate and luck
or the one whose hand the apple falls down into with none but the winds to thank for...
What to say more but that all of us have to drown alone in the deepest stillness within us before we rise up with our minds and hearts
scathed but whole to atleast float
on life's boat if not to touch the revered skies.
Oh yes, even as those little coins wink at me i can safely say that they can never measure up to the wisdom of the still waters within you or the brilliance of the almighty skies beyond.
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