The Rules to Rise

You will fall, fall again;

Still, know, do know how to rise;

Let all call you “insane”;

Drink on “the milk of Paradise”.

Let’s try to figure out

Who our real well-wishers are;

Learn them all with no doubt;

The critics shall fade afar.

Pour out your entire heart,

No matter what you do;

This society, full of dirt,

Can never assess you.

How can we ever rise,

Unless we learn how to fall?

Practise more and optimise;

That’s your be-all and end-all.

After the performance,

As and when it’s over,

You may learn its importance;

Be your work’s true lover.

The Tolling Knell

No more shall I irritate; 

I promise you this;

This world does asphyxiate;

That world’s full of bliss.

It’s time for me, it’s time for me

To be off, to be off;

That world does, does beckon me;

No more, please, be in sob.

Bid me farewell, bid me farewell;

Bid adieu in smile;

Tolls my knell, hark, there tolls my knell,

Bereft of any guile.

I’m done with my role;

It’s time for me to be off;

Untrue is every goal;

Never weep, be not in sob.

I feel, I know, yes, I know;

Time to tear my illusion;

Bid me adieu, I have to go

To my Father’s true Mansion.