All Strings Attached

Passion or just plain bragging intentions.
Everyone has the right.
Single or multiple motives.
But ,yes, definite inductions.

It's a healing patch of the heart.
It's an avocation of the leisure.
It's the life of a rockstar.
Yes you know it, it's a guitar.

Looks can be changed but not art.
Time can change it's shape.
But not the strings.
You can change but can't fall apart.

Sacrifices are always called for.
Fingers gets bloody.
Broken nails down the road.
Some noises eventually abhorred.

Music is like a plant.
More the manure,
More the fruitful, attractive sounds.
With time, the skill becomes a nation's chant.

Collaboration is the union.
With great vocal chords,
The energy touches the soul.
Just like a school reunion.

With tuning exact.
With accessories,
With shapes.
Beauty becomes real from being an abstract.

The Torch Bearer

Disappearing into the light,
The man has walked his path.
Followers have lost track.
Now they'll fight their own fight.

Some clan up to influence others
Some stand their ground.
Some tread back to history.
One carves innovation unlike his brothers.

Some lead by virtue, wisdom and ethic
Some observe and learn and then lead.
Some adopt obsolete methodologies.
One, leads by belief, brick by brick.

The bigger the crowd
More difficult to rise.
Courage is a necessity.
The nomad's vision is loud.

one's a leader
when two's a crowd
and three's a nation
then the world's cleaner.

Innovation shall never die.
Innovation is in demand.
Innovation is bought.
Plagiarism says goodbye.

Making Memories

Half remembered dreams,
Recurring unclear faces.
People stuck in my head,
Losing control thread by thread.

Focusing at the destination,
Inspiring the inspiration.
Killing time tick tock tick.
Trying hard not be "that" brick.

The thoughts that crossed my mind,
The smiles hidden in the rind.
The words that didn't feel right,
The intentions that did fright.

The group hugs,and hi fives,
Barging in all the friendly hives.
The resonance of laughter,
The company of that lovely daughter.

The celebrations of achievement.
Sulking the disappointment.
Enjoying the forever company.
Even lost, its my destiny.

Sunday

The tranquil afternoon,
In the mild Sun, the eggs lay.
Inside out are definitions of calendars.
Boxers are so much liberating than the pantaloon.

The rays of hopes slowly warms.
The skin interleaving with the curtain shadows.
Iris reacts and the clock starts ticking.
SUN, the 3 letters expresses charms.

Time is not a hurdle if the sun is still shining,
Or if the nimbus is moving slowly,overhead.
Just lying around with soundless whining.
Imagining paradise in that quiet head.

Multi-cultured cuisine is on the table.
An easy and long shower accentuates hunger.
The brunch is more satisfying than an erotic fable.
The weather is far more serene, even thunder.

On The Clothesline

(the 70's)
Colorful and bright,
Long and short,
Attractive and gaudy ,
Covering of bodies.

Changing personalities,
Creating occasions,
Horny situations,
confiding sophistication's.

(Formals)
Nervous interviews,
Breakthrough page 3 parties,
Fancy Business gatherings.
Tribute Offerings.

(Sport)
Annual Football kits,
Sexy Gymnasium fits.
Cartoonistic boxers,
Transparent Underwear's.

(Hot or Not)
Quoting Chests,
Netted Vests.
Protruding cuts,
Stretchable guts.

M.I.N.D.

Its all in the head.
The source of all power.
The ability to develop.
The mind , the forehead.

I think, I exist.
I decide , I do.
I destroy, I create.
I choose, I act.

The CPU.
The ideal manager.
The emotion carrier.
The omnipotent YOU.

The conscience.
The high.
The soul.
The self consciousness.

Patient waits.
Withholding anger.
Insane vague views.
The inborn banter.

The restroom of fears.
The decision of surrenders.
The home of passion.
The disorder of obsession.

The standing belief.
The proud relief.
Miraculous Ingenious,
Natural Discipline.

Happy Birthday

lights go green,
a wonderful morning.
The happiness earning.
Owner of magic beans.

The day couldn't get any better.
More bright lights and decoration.
The butterflies promoting satisfaction.
Breakfast more delicious than just butter.

Greetings are bliss,
Gifts are magnificent.
Past is translucent.
Elixir is mom's kiss.

Everything makes you smile.
Even the time as well.
There is so much to tell.
Only if you can put it all down in a file.

Everybody loves you,
You can do whatever you want.
Anything that others told you , you can't.
Today its all about you.