Why bad when good is good?

Oh, human fool
Why bad when good is good;
Life's too short for heavy hearts,
If only the art you understood?!
The art of a light-hearted life,
The only one that makes sense,
Should also have been the only choice,
For our ephemeral existence.
Man intending evil to man,
But day in, day out I see,
How sad, how short-sighted,
How irrational one has to be?!
Why evil when good's better,
No rationality to spare?
Oh, what a waste, oh, human fool,
Why hurt when you can care?

Philosophy, My Mistress

I take solace in you when I am sick,
When the future of my life seems bleak;
I consult you when confused,
When 'right' and 'wrong' seem abused;
I demand your help when justice' killed,
Or delayed or stuck further afield.
I cut the placenta of indecision,
With your sharp, mighty knife,
When undecided on the go,
With the little affairs of life.
I see the bigger picture of things,
In equanimity's bigger frame,
When with you, I worry not,
Neither for riches nor for fame.
From you I know the infinite sea,
Beyond the pond's little brink,
And the bigger ocean of my ignorance,
When I know not, but know I think.
When I hold you tight in love,
And ever together we fare,
I see the beacon at the horizon,
And the cairns everywhere.

Illusions of grandeur

The most divided is human kind

Of nature's many a miniature force,

The most ambitious by any measure

In the pursuit of a grander course.

The wisest of all by one’s own claim,

‘Mankind is but a fleeting shadow,

With layers upon layers of greed,

And rocks of ignorance down below.

Why Should I care

This world of ours, silly and bizarre,
It takes me oft, deep and far...
In bewilderment, oft in rage,
Unfailingly, all my age!
T'is unfair for all I know,
And more complex than need be,
A chilly grave for the innocent,
A warm lovely home for the greedy.
So in this mad and bizarre world,
Where calm and logic have no say,
Where the downers outnumber,
And the incompetent far outweigh;
For a world that seeks no love,
Nor understanding but blind revenge,
Why should I care alone in vain,
And effect no goodly change?
And endure the bizarre pain?!

The Meaning of Life

In some form of form or idea,
My  existence did predate,
This current stint on Earth,
As a semi-dictated state.
I was not consulted at conception,
And never was I told at birth;
Yet took the challenge with a cynical cry,
Of this chanceful life on earth.
Hard I worked since, day in day out,
A new journey started with a new plan,
To make my sojourn a happy one,
And keep me live for long I can.
I scrambled for meaning and goal,
And so long I lived, happy or sad;
Thankful of that fateful whole,
And never blaming mam and dad.
But that imminent collapse of life,
That other unknown, dictated state,
Keeps me heavy in the heart,
Questioning my lively fate.

Brickbats

Oh, fellow human, naïve and pure,
It was all in vain hard you fought;
For all the final things that  count,
Are not the goodies you brought;
But the little misdeeds in your name,
And nothing of which you thought.
If good you do for goodness' sake,
'Cos a good deed betters the bad;
Ignore the badmouth  in your back,
And the approvals you never had.

Tempus fugit [2]

Many a time, so many a run
How many times have I done,
All for life's only sake,
How many of these a mistake?
What is but life than living,
What is it in life too bad, 
Isn't what is than what is not
The life that we have had? 

There are no mistakes in life
I hear, only errors to mend
The paths that take to life
And keep  as far its end.