Some days when I write, I try to make it perfect. I go over each line, every phrase – I even go as far as double checking meanings… Sometimes even looking for rhymes or near rhymes.

Then I try to figure out a suitable title – should I go for something obvious? something riddled?

Only when I feel like I have reached the standard I set for myself would I put a post up.

However, on some other days, I can’t even think of what to title my poem… and I can never really decide if what I’ve written sends a clear cut message.

So here’s a rough draft – maybe one day I’ll finish it, or edit it – or perhaps I’ll leave it just the way it is… as a reminder that not everything in life can be perfect…

“Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves – regret for the past and fear of the future. – Fulton Oursler”

What more is it about life

That some things scare us to tremor

What intrigue agitates  a superiority in life

What toll is greater…

Greater than trying to trade CO2 for our lives

Is life a battle of superiority?

Or perhaps, what I should be asking is…


Isn’t the struggle, the fight, the pains…

The woes, sorrow and eternal war of superiority – all vanity?


** Photo credit – Procedural Drawing


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