Daunting

Everything you have worked for
The whole semester, months four
Has prepared you for this moment
Couple of months with knowledge gotten
All set to manifest in few hours

Wonder bathes me day and night
All I studied for to be used
Just one time and nevermore
Months of feeding on books
And times these books have fed off me
Will all end in three hours?

Now I am unable to see nor think,
Buried in words and essays with nothing else in mind
Or worse, painting an empty sheet with only it in mind
Hunger escapes from me with other problems like fugitives
Nothing else in view but the work soon to be due

And after hours of willing psychological torture,
I drop my pen and say my prayers
And leave the rest to the higher power.
With this I retire until the next time
Next time I shall face such trouble
Coming faster than human thoughts.

Earnest Love

If he loves you earnestly...

He won't want matters to lie, he won't want to lie,
He wouldn't want to spread your thighs without plans, nor see hopeless tears from your eyes.

He'll always want to reduce your work piles, it would seem like he lies, his reasons might be dire, but he'd rather die than be a deceiver in your eye.

He would give his time and travel a mile to be by thy side.

He might seem weak sometime, his face stressed with tire, just talk with him and see his mood raised up higher.
His friends say he can't see, he is in love and true lovers are blind.

Because love from a man is uncontrolled. If in honesty, it feeds him and in earnest controls his reasons

Wish Season

What do you want from this season?
a time all make wishes,
For no real nor special reason,
The wild beast of desire under no leash.

Desire for what can only be held,
The want of what we want owned.
Crucial reasons gone into naught,
Oblivion for that which should be felt.

Tis hours like this, days from the celebration
One should sit, think!
What's to be chased and what shouldn't,
What's not lost that we find.

Alas! tis rare to see such thoughts.
These lot I know, care little for truth
The heart's joy they care less
Being able to do, they ignore

They deserve no blame, only need enlightened,
Life's joy; more important to desire.

Importance of being Weak

Be weak
It helps
Be sick
It helps

The weak gets looked down upon
The weak gets underestimated
They also look up to people
They appear useless to people

If you're strong, don't show it
Surprise them
If you're strong, show that you're weak
Surprise them

Let them not see you as competition
Competition gets the hostility
Hostility breeds hatred
Hatred hinders your progress

Appear weak
Surprise them
Convert them
Without a fight

It brings honor
It'll brings Respect
You bring Prestige
You'll bring humility

A lion needs not roar,
It is heard.
It appears weak,
Yet all know its strength.

Be weak,
It helps.
Be sick,
It helps.

They, Intrigue I

Linear learning he employs not
Parchment filling he does not
Scroll purchase he makes not
Quill purchase he does not
Yet his presence brings silence
Yet in his voice, awe came
Yet in his walk, head held up high
Yet in his speech applause sound
Yet in his words bring intrigue

Then he met her.
His ways changed for her,
His ways changed with her,
To them, his life; a fancy.

Linear learning he began,
Parchment filling he started
Scroll purchase he sought-after
Quill purchase he held high
His 'touch' gone, his presence banal
His spice; away, his voice common
His walk; awe gone, His stomps dull
His talk and speech, now normal
Robot he became.

Because he met her
Her ways changed to him
Her ways changed with his
And their ways changed to envy

Chamber of Falter

Chamber of falter, I call you
Place of little interest, a feel double
I love you not, I love you naught
My Loathe for you not tangible

Convenience with former relish
Ones you prevent me from
A task you take, dusk till dawn
Loving hate of discourse's sound.

Behavior that makes you mad,
Ones you make me see so bad
Prizes I desire not, on gold platter you present.
I want escape, All I got was dreamscape

Hours on rambling fuels rage
Rage from listening like a man engaged
This in hope for former times
Times of refreshing relish

Times I'll be on my cushion mat
Eyes closed in my hat

Lost Piece I

Allow me the time and space, a say on that feel
The need to protect, a feel gentle and fierce
The feel of glee in the feel, a moan in speech than beats
Great and mighty fell, city of babel forbidden yet true

Allow me a say on the feel, its act
Souls lose to it yet win in it
Lips say less, more said hips
Uneasiness below and a shaky hand tone

All that is felt is felt more
Till the burst of lost more