Hope is a flower


The calendar comes a full circle
Oh how, the months by us, went
As the blood gushes through the ventricles
Some in idledom, while others, well spent

As we list out the years highlights
Of the hard work , toil and moil
We celebrate on the joys and triumph 
and must ignore the rusted, rickety and unoiled

So if the calendar sheets are through
Does that mean this offers nothing new?
How does it matter, a day or a month
When you spearhead a plan, with strength

While we defy and fight for our rights
To our flaws and shortcomings, we submit
Despite what the ego instructs
We must rectify and overcome it

So here’s to the closure of the bad olds
And the starts of many good news
Through the manure of the bygone dead mistakes
A successful, positive hope of a flower, renews


This week’s 3ww entry.


‘Cos we gotta have faith :)

If life seems headed toward a dark tunnel
And nothing seems to make sense
Faith will be your light through the funnel
Your fuel, your joy, your effervescence

While the sine curve of life
Has its up and downs
Only Faith has the power
And energizes turnarounds!

While others spot the bird
One most spot the eye
Victory unencumbers effort and faith
and fructifies every try!