Sondrous Wonder
Hey ho passerby, what life thou live by? A painter, dancer, musician or actor;a doctor, engineer, nurse or patient .Maybe a carpenter, plumber, electrician or your own stranger.
Hey ho passerby, what emotions thou feel like? Is it anger over the hot weather, cold shiver or happiness, gratitude and a sense of wonder. Sorrow because the good is over or a strange sadness over nothing in general. Fear of stumbling over what you might uncover or an adventurous streak of jumping on the unfamiliar. Feeling blue, green , like bright yellow, or maybe pink, red.. have you been hit by lover's mellow.
Hey ho passerby, what emotions thou feel like? Is it anger over the hot weather, cold shiver or happiness, gratitude and a sense of wonder. Sorrow because the good is over or a strange sadness over nothing in general. Fear of stumbling over what you might uncover or an adventurous streak of jumping on the unfamiliar. Feeling blue, green , like bright yellow, or maybe pink, red.. have you been hit by lover's mellow.
Hey ho passerby, what tennets thou swear by? A belief in the Almighty, the Ultimate reality or nature's sensibility. Are you a sucker for humanity with kindness and compassion or swear by apathy and materialism. Reason and logic or Faith's tragic. Does your heart lie in the dark altars of mind ,human kind or you care not much about these showy shades and pretty ,wordy lies living simply in your own might.
Hey ho passerby, what people thou admire? Is it artists, an actor, singer, painter , dancer, or public notables like activists and politicians. Do you applaud the businessman on Forbes cover page or that famous lawyer fighting for human rights suffrage. Glorified legends in poems and myths make you swoon or the writers who bring them from dooms. Maybe it isnt one person but people you see on the streets, deep into their routines, teachin and livin. Maybe it's the person who taught you to see the world..... or the one who brought you into this world.. Mother.
Hey ho passerby, what places thou pass by?
The crowded markets or shady silent streets, what brings your mind at ease. If not the malls than the cheap local fairs, or maybe you're a lover of cultural affairs. Clubbing, pubbing.... Skiing ,trekking how thee bling the mint, or perhaps affording them in your dreams. Are you the type that reads, thinks,dreams and transfers to where thee wants to be . Going to different places or wandering within those mental spaces....
whatever the case, we might have met at some cross or interspace. You may not notice, I may not remember but at that intersection our time meets , fate suceeds-destiny sealed
The crowded markets or shady silent streets, what brings your mind at ease. If not the malls than the cheap local fairs, or maybe you're a lover of cultural affairs. Clubbing, pubbing.... Skiing ,trekking how thee bling the mint, or perhaps affording them in your dreams. Are you the type that reads, thinks,dreams and transfers to where thee wants to be . Going to different places or wandering within those mental spaces....
whatever the case, we might have met at some cross or interspace. You may not notice, I may not remember but at that intersection our time meets , fate suceeds-destiny sealed
Hey ho passerby which world thou occupy?
The sunny high rises , the windy slums ,where sun rises first ,or just like me you're on the second berth. Broken pearls, shiny copper Dull gold, rosy iron ..what adorns thee , what thee adorned them. Fancy fittings, broken lights... Cushioned comforts or no place to sleep at night. Overfilled plate going on a diet or hollow bowl accustomed to diets. I ask because I cannot tell from what you wear, bear or how you fare... It's an open world, they say, anyone can be anywhere, yet you aren't there but here for this poetic trail.
The sunny high rises , the windy slums ,where sun rises first ,or just like me you're on the second berth. Broken pearls, shiny copper Dull gold, rosy iron ..what adorns thee , what thee adorned them. Fancy fittings, broken lights... Cushioned comforts or no place to sleep at night. Overfilled plate going on a diet or hollow bowl accustomed to diets. I ask because I cannot tell from what you wear, bear or how you fare... It's an open world, they say, anyone can be anywhere, yet you aren't there but here for this poetic trail.
Whichever world you fill, whatever thoughts might fill your mind, everytime I see your sign I remember the smallness of mine, at times even a vainess in disguise. Mundane chores or manic moods, no moment goes without someone watching those moves.. realisin, learnin something, somewhere.
Together we make the clock chime, alone I am just a brevity in time.
Together we make the clock chime, alone I am just a brevity in time.
