
Celebrate all you that labor with burdens
Time is played beautifully by you, dear readers;
Play well with your spare moments
For they are like raw diamonds
That will become the brightest of your gems.

Celebrate all you that labor with burdens
Time is played beautifully by you, dear readers;
Play well with your spare moments
For they are like raw diamonds
That will become the brightest of your gems.
She sat beside the trodden ways
Among a gallery of strange faces
Like a wandering lonely cloud
Hidebound, softbound, spellbound…

The day is gone, and the sun
disappears into the West,
As the chariot of Apollo is done
with its quest for the day’s zest.
And leisure and laughter make
the hours seem too short.
As this day is nearing to end,
so do my minutes hasten to the end.
Farewell sighs and sings a ballad.
I was angry with my foe
I hid it, my ire did grow.
And I tendered it in fears,
Day and night with my tears:
And I dried it with smiles,
And with false whispers.
And it grew day by day.
Till it bore a peach pretty,
And my foe saw it ripen
and knew it was mine.
And into my secret garden,
When all’s veiled in the dark;
In the morning delighted I see;
My foe trying to reach the tree.
Author’s note: This is my take on William Blake’s “A Poison Tree.” I have to write this before saying goodbye to today and hello to tomorrow, lest all negative feelings should remain in my mind’s garden. For it is how I feel sometimes… But do we not?…

A double shot of imaginativeness
Added with packets of sweetness
Paired with milk of ingeniousness
Will turn tepid dullness into cool brilliance.
Author’s Note: While making an usual mobile selection of the Starbucks menu, I thought of this scribbling 🐶.

Fairies, pray come and take me out of this rut
For I want to ride the wind with you in a heartbeat,
Stand on the highest crest of the leviathan tide,
And dance across the meadows and fly with light.
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