Pressures

Shrugs at our shoulders
tugs at our hearts
compromises we made
trying to fit a facade

Decisions are hard to make
to bite or not to taste
to wait or just give in
the bitter sweet truth be told

I pace and race in riverie
my ego and superego in rivalry
a tug of war-a balance not yet struck
i feel like i am stuck

Lessons from long ago
gifts are meant to be preserved
till its ripe to be upheld in full
the beauty and quality still assured

It is a societal epidemic
a fad but yet devastating
paths are tread with cher regrets
hopes that lines are pleasantly drawn.

Life

Life is a stage
living in this age
looks like a mirage
builds up like a rage

You think you got it all
and then its all at a stall
you wonder why its all gone
the feeling of being on top

i've learned a lot in life
the harsh and bitter sweet
the truth of it all remains
life is not a bed of roses

We cry and smile at life
happy to be alive
looking forward to the beauties
that reside around our cities

We yearn and long for good things
in all that life brings our way
to be the one in charge,
and have the best thereof.

joy

Much more than a cheer in mood,
more than offering a smile
not sown from thoughts alone
but comes from deep within the soul
its more of contentment of heart
than singing songs on a sunny day
it propels the hidden treasures
that rest beyond the bedrocks of man
it is a necessary condiment
for sweetness and rest of the mind.