Two fun ones:
The Cow Kite
This glossary was found on the door of a public restroom
Afloat
Afloat I had been for time undefined
In suspended animation lay my mind
Waiting for the shore to come in view
I carried along on the waters blue
Aimless, directionless floated I
Staring at the expanse of the sky
Without an ounce of control
I just followed the whims of my soul
Keeping blind faith on unknown powers
I waited for destiny’s favorable showers
Finally, came upon the horizon
A beautiful land warmed by the sun
I touched the shores and realized
This was an opportunity prized
Hopeful waiting had brought me this far
It was up to me now to reach for the stars
With this revelation I plunged straight ahead
With a goal in mind I hastened my tread
Found the fruit of my patience and labor,
Like honey it was, sweet as nectar!
My morning mantra
To take life in my stride
To feel beautiful inside out
To erase traces of self-doubt
Stand up straight, head held high
I know my limit is the sky
My standards continue to rise
No one can make me compromise
I shall be honest and sincere
You shall not see me shed a tear
With confidence the world I face
I know I occupy a unique place
In the universe, carved out for me
Where I am the mistress of my destiny!
Cee’s Which Way Challenge: 2015 Week #23
Here are some of my picks for this week-
My homeland
Far away from the hallowed shores
I’ve turned away from the open doors
Built a home across the oceans
Embraced novel ideas and notions
Settled in a new land, I did not realize
How I’d begun to see with a new pair of eyes
The venerable land where I was born
It had turned magical, I could’ve sworn
A land of colors, festivals and mirth
Spectacular is the land of my birth
Where the comfort of family is always near
Where you can express emotions you hold dear
Those gigantic problems that afflict
My homeland are in my mind extinct
A utopian aura it has now acquired
Nostalgia has my imagination fired
I would preserve this world of make-believe
Trust
Life may give people a second chance
But there is something that broken once
Can never regain its form original
Even when the damage seems minimal
Ah! The slippery slope of trust
Precarious it is, remember you must
Takes years to build, forever to earn
But can be destroyed with just one wrong turn
Fragile like glass, it can shatter
Into infinite pieces of microscopic matter
That even when somehow glued together
Harbor the cracks within them for ever
Of course you need the right measure
Of trust, so you can cherish life’s treasure
You trust too much, you may be deceived
You trust too little, and never find relief
Trust has a higher position than love
Relationships prosper on trust more than love
Trust with care, but do not be naive
Being able to trust is liberating, you will feel alive!
Artist of my destiny
Liberated I was the day
I realized, traveling down life’s highway
That I was the sole creator
Of my destiny, for worse or for better
To color my life’s blank canvas
In brilliant shades of happiness
With positive words life’s book fill
Uplifting ideas in my mind drill
Choose to face all daunting issues
With a smile that can decimate the blues
Love with abandon, like no tomorrow
Communicate with my soul, and drown all sorrow
Create the environment my soul needs
Find the elixir on which it feeds.
Sunday Stills, the next challenge: Circles
Sculpture, Corning Museum of Glass, Corning, NY
Circular lit fountain, Lincoln Center, New York City, NY
Circular leaves of water lily, Longwood Gardens, Kennett Square, PA
Circular stained glass window, Glencairn Museum, Bryn Athyn, PA
The circular Colosseum, Rome
Weekly Photo Challenge: On the Way
Sights and sounds on the way
Entice me, make my heart sway,
Evoke in me an irresistible attraction
Constantly lure me in their direction
Make travel rewarding every day
The myriad sights on my way.
In Rome, Italy, on the way in a bus
On our way through a display of holiday lights above- in Philadelphia, PA
Bison seen while passing through Yellowstone National Park, Wy
Sunset seen from a ship sailing in the Caribbean
Aerial view of San Diego Harbor while flying above the city
The Grand Canal of Venice, Italy seen from a moving vaporetto (water-taxi)
Evening fatigue
Languid limbs stretched out
Splayed carelessly on the couch
Bones feel sore, painful, weary
Eyes unfocused, vision blurry
Widening yawns, hard to suppress
Benumbed mind, words hard to express
Fighting sleep in feeble attempts
To make exhausted nerves relent
And play along for hours, few more
Until sleep finally shuts mind’s door
This is how my evenings unfold
With fatigue keeping on me a strong hold.
Success
Growing up, I thought my aim
Was to acquire “success”
Measured by money, power and fame-
It was the key to happiness
I thought it was a milestone
That at a finite distance I’d reach
I’d gladly face hardships alone
Made a promise to myself I could not breach.
As I labored along the pathway
Success acquired a quality elusive
The path seemed infinite, day after day
Success seemed something that was exclusive.
For as I achieved, so grew my desire
I longed for more- fame, power, money
To achieve more success I did aspire
Thus success grew more distant progressively.
Until I realized that I was mislead
Being successful came from within
I needed to satisfy my soul instead
Rest everything would in place fall in.
Success was not the key to happiness
Rather it was the other way around
Happiness in my work gave rise to success
The essence of being successful I had found!
Tricks memory plays
Events that leave an indelible stain
On the temporal lobe of my brain
Over time they tend to morph
Pleasant memories seem to dwarf
Memories that are too painful to bear-
My memory bank is never fair
It indulges in this clever artifice
For joyous moments it displays avarice
The good it tends to magnify manifold
The bad it tucks away in remote folds
My deviant memory can thus ensure
That burdens of past I can endure
Focus on the present, for future hope.
Not dwell on past errors’ slippery slope
Passion...unbridled 
