While flirting with the taste of time
We forget to add spices of faith and hope,
Caramelised stones of memories
Lie bland & allis lost in stirred tea cup of dreams,
Reality becomes the dish best served when chilled
On the glass of life not well-cocktailed with love.
PAST being the light starter is usually avoided
PRESENT is a heavy sumptuous meal too much to digest
FUTURE is a dessert often too sweet to handle by the wisdom teeth,
Half- baked ideas set at 180 degrees in the pre-head oven of mind
Buttered with thoughts of gains,
Later, expectations & needs join in sautéed with greed
And egos scrambled…
Foes planting their eyes in others business rush in when smell something fishy
Poking the tooth- picks into others jaws
Instead of picking up flaws of their own!!