Tempest

Friday, 22 December 2006

Pathetic me...

It happens to most,
Not many escape it,
Some suffer it stronger,
some fight it better,
Some adamantly squash it
others, unaffected brush it away without the slightest effort
Some like me struggle within its storm...
wondering in awe at the at indifferent lot.
All the same,
It happens to most,
not many escape it...
the Wrath of indecision.

The legendary tug of war
Torn between the pull
Who’s stronger?
The will or the har’t?
The constant conflict..
To give in…
To twirl in the swirl of fun n frolick?
To resist…
To burn the flame of the midnight oil?
Tis’ only at this time…
Tis’ only at this hour…
Tis’ only now that both refuse to fuse
You see, it’s the seasonal ruse!

Oh let the better man win…
Either har’t or will,
Neither will be sin…
But let’s escape the indecision!
To be merry, without strings…
To be sombre, without strings…

I hate the holiday season…
I don’t love anytime more!
All coins have two sides…
Wish mine had just one!

Posted by Pavitra :: 03:51 :: 4 comments