He docked in duty …

A glorious son of the family 

Taken as the embellishment automatically 
Is also the bread earner wearily 
Even if he likes it a wee bit nonchalantly.
 
Then fun is a questionable repertoire of audacity
As his hours should only revolve around attainability
Of material needs who eventually leaves the city
Thus who knows in heaven/hell he earns a place of never-ending antiquity.

He corks up the desires more if the spell of penury
Hits so hard that it shakes the insides with fury
Some giving in to the dark hours of debauchery 
And some live it up with an unflinching zeal of chivalry.

Emotions don’t stand a chance
Life is a pressured woeful dance
Celebrating nothing is the only stance 
Till the gods open the flood gates of abundance.

(courtesy: the unfortunate boy/brother/husband/father on the streets)

Friend O’ Friend ..

Blessed are you if you find a genuine friend,

Who is not in the garb of a curious fiend?
Is just there to know all and runs instead of making an amend,
At the hour of need so to work up life’s portend.

The first ever step up is the gem
Post the caring halo of family & godly poem 
That carves out a niche by being in tandem
Thus alluring that oh so heavenly, unseen & friendly stem.

It’s arguably the best of the best fix
If one can laugh at each other’s eccentric mix
Encouraging and supporting as a deadly remix 
All when the entire destiny asks is to behave like a phoenix.

Good lord, it is an extension
Of our hidden dimension
That unravels with an equal aggression 
Only in the circles of trusted fusion.

Oh it’s a ship of beauty
Justifying every bit of ambiguity 
All with a touch of authenticity 
So lets rejoice as it only happens if its the valley of divine serenity.