A Pre-Summer Afternoon's Irritation.

It is such a drowsing-ly hot day!

Like a sedated sleep with a heavy head.

The heat waves acting 

like lullabies, and 

silently killing vivacity.

The dryness of the air -

sucking away the moisture

of our very blood,

like drunk mosquitoes -

in overwhelming numbers,

swarming above our decaying brains!

The worst thing about 

the entire day is -

the obligation of the towering

amount of work,

that's actually of the size

not more than my middle finger!

That Girl With The Pink Hand-kerchief

Every other moment,

another sneeze.

Her nose flowing,

infecting the breeze.

A sniff or two,

and perpetual 'complainds'.

Just hope the cold

doesn't affect her brain!

A shudder or a tremble,

a few grumbles.

She's got such a cold in the warm weather,

not even December!

An apology

with every bombardment of bacteria.

We can empathize, 

oh yeah!

Another 'aaschoo!',

another blotch.

The pink hand-kerchief smiles and whispers,

"forget me not!"

That girl with the pink hand-kerchief,

she's the red nosed reindeer of our lot!

In Retrospect.

You called out that name
Ever so often

In your dreams

In your waking hours.

Looked up the meaning

In every dictionary available

Tried finding more

Through search engines less conventional.

That call,

Never answered.

That meaning,

Never registered.

That finding,

Never found.

Rising Beyond Reality.

It has never been about

Wanting and needing,

As much as it has been

Beyond dreaming.

The moment where

You hesitate,

That's the moment

You never shall falter.

Reality is what they

Think of as real.

Yet, thinking is

A way of imagination.

Where the fantasies begin to ebb

Due to those impositions,

There shall you rise

Beyond the mortal comprehension.

Sureness is one thing,

While absoluteness is another.

Yet, the absoluteness in sureness

Can be one complete entity.

The belief in ideas

Never shall recede,

As long as you believe

It never will.

"Don't part with your illusions.

When they are gone, you may still exist,

But you have ceased to live." (Mark Twain)

NOTE: "Absolution" or "Absoluteness".