Why Poetry?

Why this urge to put my words into rhyme,
Why feel this need to make my feelings hum?

Why does prose seem a task strenuous on the mind?
Is it my lack of patience or a reflection of our time.

Are we too busy for words that seem plenty but linger at best,
Too occupied to appreciate the beauty of a detailed text?

Or is poetry a way to say much through so less,
Where many emotions are expressed and others genuinely felt.

Are both form of expression a part of a seamless and wonderful whole,
Are there times when both come together towards a greater shared goal.

For days I strained for the obvious and allowed lethargy to choose one over the other.
Preferring one of the sibling so unique yet crucial borne out of a common mother.

It was me all along who chose to ignore the significance of both,
The role of prose and poetry for true literary growth.

So many days lost and growth hindered that still may prove hard to compensate.
But lessons were learned and feel eager to start over as it's never too late!!!!!

What Memories Mean?

Life is a concoction of memories accumulated in random,
events and episodes either planned or that transpire in unforeseen tandem.

The more memories you hold onto signifies a life well spent,
memories are one's true evidence of success and its only genuine testament.

Don't let life be left in cruise control and allow it become all but mechanical,
don't ignore the spirits of celebration and let life assume a sabbatical.

Be instinctive and cherish the uncertainties with fervor and passion,
and witness the wondrous joy of life that grows greater every season.

If we only could appreciate what life has to offer,
what it has in store in its unassuming and viscous coffer.

It is important to recognize that life is an art of living and not just an excuse to exist,
and if survival is presumed primary above all, then life is nothing but a glorified forfeit.