Reminiscent

Some people are lost in the wood, in thoughts of what's bad and what's good, 

ever mindful of their dress and food, ignorant of the purpose for which they stood. 

I pity and lend them a hand, teach them things in a way they understand, 

help them savour their lives bland, to let them ride the life unplanned.

Some humans think as much as I do, and talk and listen like I honestly mean to, 

knowing them to have lived like me too, I reveal myself honest and true. 

We sail the life boat as long as we can, surviving like we belong to the same clan, 

dancing in the same heat on the reality pan, until life pulls us apart with a new plan.

Some I meet have an idea for the universe, to better it or delay its becoming worse, 

from them I learn and pen down my verse, and later into my thought reimburse. 

I churn the lesson and suck out the pulp, and down the bitter truth in a heavy gulp. 

I thank these teachers for curing my yelp, and move on to people whom I could help.

One inspires and learns from my ways, to make this world a deserving place, 

one lives beside me in our maze, trying to clear off the thoughts' haze, 

one teaches me to live in the moment now, and I follow abiding to the unsung vow, 

into my past and future I plough, harvesting lessons and watering them with love.

If not to learn and better at the present, of what good is it to be reminiscent? 

If only to lost times resent, why enjoy the full moon when you miss the crescent?

Meaning

O teacher O teacher! Can you just say,
why atom and earth move the same way?
O teacher O teacher! Tell me I pray,
Is it day after night or night after day?

O my kid O my kid! I've a truth to admit,
one I've learnt from my master named Wit.
O my kid O my kid! I pray you to sit,
listen as I help your dark world be lit.

Don't be caught don't be caught! In the trap of a thought,
don't search for answers that God had not wrought.
Ask me not ask me not! For answers you sought,
for knowing them is same as knowing them not.

Harken harken! To a poem I sing,
a tale of a fox and a bird with one wing.
Harken harken! A lesson I bring,
the echoes of which forever should ring.

Sing with me sing with me, the lesson as a song,
let it be in your mind for decades long.
Sing with me sing with me, the poem ding-dong,
for it might stop you from stepping one wrong.

Round and round, round and round, the nature does go.
Atoms and planets and THE THINGS YOU DON'T KNOW.
Day or night, black or white, does it matter?
They'll go in cycles till earth does shatter.

P.S. : The poem is written freestyle to a meter and tune. All punctuations are intentional to the tune afore mentioned.

Description : At times, we have been running to find the deeper meaning of life, diving into philosophical questions. But, it can be worthless to know answers to a few such questions. Instead, we can devote that time into learning a new lesson and living it, creating an experience. Poetry, for example is opposite to such philosophical brainstorming. While poetry tries to attach complex meanings to simpler things you see, (observing love in roses, life and death in night and day), philosophy tries to get simple answers for complex questions (yes or no to does God exist, does life have a meaning etc.)

For now, I think poetry is more meaningful than philosophy because it helps you live a better life, and savour such life.

Little Poems (4)

Emotionalibra

Some smile at pictures for being there doing that,
some regret that the moments lasted, with eyes shut,
some realize that every end is the beginning of a tale,
some long for endings to be happy with faces pale.

Every moment of life is a coin with two sides,
and in one's minds as a smile or a tear abides,
all memories are veiled by the chaos' valance,
such is a human mind's emotional balance.

Master (Teachers' day special)

I look at an eclipse and think of light,
what colour is black and what white.
I look at a hungry cheetah leap to a deer,
and worry which way would they steer.

To look at an event and grasp it as is,
to feel the ride and not care the grease,

Oh! How I miss seeing the simple blur,
Oh! How I hate being a philosopher!!!

You've always made my viewing range vaster,
thank you for slapping my glasses down, Master.