A Brighter Day

They say
That tomorrow
Starts today.

That today
Represents the present
That was passed on to us
In the past.

That the lefts of yesterday
Will always have a say
In the telling of our history.

Yesterday
Seeds of greed
Were sown Infertile soil
Growing into weeds that coil
On our crops to spoil
The good of our toil.


Today
The world is on her knees
Whilst humanity is on his ease
Ignorant in his bliss
Causing illness
and all things amiss.

Not hearing the pleas
Of a land plagued by fleas
That crossed the seven seas
Seeking to spread disease 
Onto the bees
That pollinate our peace.



They say
That yesterday
Ends today.

That today
Presents us
With the chance
To write our wrongs.

That the rights of today
Will always have a say
In the telling of our future.

That even though our history
Is clouded in misery
Our actions today
Can craft a better story-
Telling of our history.


True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice.

Samuel Johnson

Validation from World

Is this a brilliant piece or what?

RAY OF SUNSHINE रश्मि🌿

” Experiencelifethroughmostpreciouslens, notthroughthelensofcamera and someone’s excellent photography skills.”

Should I upload pictures of myself
In some elegant dress
To get the validation that
I am beautiful

Should I make a video
Every time I dance with joy
To get the validation that
I am happy

Should I proclaim
Yeah!! I am in love
To get the validation that
I also have a cute love story

Should I show you the tickets
Every time I go on a vacation
To get the validation
That I am also having fun

Should I make pointless conversation
With everyone around me
To get the validation
That I am social

Should I behave and talk
In a particular way and language
To get the validation
That I am educated

Should I tell the world
Every moment I breathe
To get the validation
That I am…

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Cries of the Poets Pain


Oh! how it puts a poet in much pain.
Counting syllable after syllable
Just to come up with the perfect refrain.

Five tercets, only a single quatrain
In which to tell my most fetching fable?
Oh! does it put a poet in much pain. 

How much longer can i suffer the strain
On my mind, of wanting to be able
To come up with the most perfect refrain?

Many a page on which i left a stain
Writing a refrain juicier than an apple.
Oh! how it puts a poet in much pain.

On days when my head is on a low plain
I sometimes wonder if my mind's stable
After thinking up the perfect refrain.

Was there really ever something to gain
In trying to write a good villanelle
Either than the cries of a poets pain
When he tries to make the perfect refrain?

However long the night, the dawn will break.

African proverb

The Game of Chess

Image by Ylanite Koppens from Pixabay
They call it the black and white jungle
For you might not live for very long
Here, were danger lurks in every corner.

Always be ready for a battle
And watch out for dangers in the throng
Of this place they call the black and white jungle.

You will need to be a Grandmaster
Or in the very least, very strong
Here, were dangers lurk in every corner.

Safe, sound and secure in your castle
Is the place you should always belong
Not here in the black and white jungle.

Perhaps one day; when you are older
Looking back at days when you were young
In this place were danger lurks in every corner.

You will see everything clearer
And realise there is nothing wrong
In calling it the black and white jungle.
This place, were dangers lurk in every corner. 

The great and glorious masterpiece of humanity is to know how to live with purpose.

Montaigue