Armageddon
Things aren’t alwaysAs they seem the wise sayLife is after all, about the greysAnd the games people playBe wary of the silencesFor in them lie the seedsOf perceptions and pretencesScheming and devious deedsMinds with power to spread fearNo sweat broken when a lie is toldBereft of emotion, never ever a tearEthics pawned and conscience soldGather ye the guardians of goodFor the hour of reckoning has comeStand for what’s right as you shouldFight for all and not just for someThe brave must protect and fightFor the meek to inherit the earthLight torches, shine the path brightTime to show what truth is worthBlow hard, blow high, blow strongDrive those storm clouds far…
The Thin Line
Emotions like everything else in life are a part of a continuum. They do not appear in discrete packets. There is an intermediary stage before irritation turns to anger, a smile turns into a laughter, between pulling someones leg and being mean and when assertiveness becomes stubbornness. Most of these observations, if I may add, are from the perspective of the watcher than the do-ee (I picked this from Everybody Loves Raymond) So the question now is whether there’s a thin line separating these stages, how many degrees separate these stages and who owns the line? My guess is, its most always the watcher. Brings me back to the fact…