The pricking needle of reality
Pricked the life
the glares,
the stares,
the epidemiology of criticisms spread….
another day
started with counting of days
days of doom
when greetings of fall listed
maybe the sprout thought
it would be strong
not waver
with those words
the so called unkind words
alas
who thought
the medicine of meditation
still couldn’t shove off the day
a book
of thoughts recounted
small things subsided
the breathe was alive
looked up at sky; sky of visions
thanked the heavens for keeping alive
counted the finite galore heard in life
sticking up fingers in remembering the few friends…
took the dose of forgiveness
surpassed those;
those negligent of pain
burned the letter of fall and failures
took the vaccine of ignorance; to those needless criticisms
immune to blames
immune to stares
immune to counting of flares
immune to stress caused by thoughts
disease
or not
shall continue to live health of happiness
painting the sky with hopes
just one percent more better than yesterday
dropping just one percent worst of yesterday….