The Jesters

Jesters are not testers.

They walk, they jump, they dive.

According to all those who pester.

As I am not the jester.

I search, I find, I seek.

And jesters are not finders.

As I am not the jester.

They circle, they follow, they obey…

Jesters are only followers.

I am not the jester.

I think, I question, I discover.

And jesters are not analysers.

I am not the jester.

They speak, they act, they move…

But only due to the demanders.

Greater jesters command the lesser,

And lesser jesters serve the greater.

But I am free from the farce,

As I am not a jester.

The 100th Time I’ve Reflected

To see or not to see, that was the question.
When the tragedy just galloped through my eyes,
Mistakes were revealed under the normal guise.
To see or not to see, that was a question.

To face or not to face, that is a problem.
If I charge at the sea of guilt,
Collapsed are the comfort I just built.
To face or not to face, that is an issue.

To think or not to think, that I have questioned.
Streams of stress will flood the room,
Only remind me of the disturbing doom.
To think or not to think, since then I have questioned.

To weep or not to weep, that will be what remain,
When a single thought sounds only distraught,
At the thought of my decay and rot!

To weep or not to weep, that will be what remain…

Nullified

Someone worked hard on a task.

Eyes glued and brain fixed upon it,

Yet its importance nobody will ask.

Someone worked hard on a task.

But it’s zero and nothing in the flask,

Of the history of all men’s wit.

Someone worked hard on a task,

Eyes glued and brain fixed upon it…