Is Life ...?

Is there any other way,
We can arrive at same result?
Yes we may trust an alternative,
But tell me, just like that?
Is life some sort of experiment,
Hidden behind earnest experiences?
How do we classify the facts,
Among the pools of raining tracts?
Give me a reason to give up,
But know, my season is glowing.
Let's move in the forward direction,
The new walls, still under erection.
You are the man in charge,
So step it up right and large.

....The System?

How can I trust the system?
While betrayal is the cheapest commodity,
It is the same system that promises hope
That is full of destitution and defamation
It is the same system that promises peace
That is plagued by war, crime and discrimination
There seem no good man anymore in the world
The one you have good reasons to trust
Could actually be the one designed to bring you down
Injustice and insecurity have flooded the earth
There seem lack of answers to the primal questions
Our climb up the mountain is firmly restricted
And we have memories as short as days; volatility
With sights obscured from eternal visions; unaesthetic
Now is the time to think and rethink it over and again
There might be a step or steps we are missing
Only we and only us can liberate ourselves
From the shackles of perpetual internal blindness
Let's give reasons to the world around us
Why they should trust us and why we'd trust them
That is how we can keep our home spinning
How we can keep pace with the peace we know
And the only way we can reinstall the hope we lost

Life Is A Journey

Life is a one way journey,
To the land of the living
From the world unborn
And to the world unknown

The route aren't straight
But keeps meandering
Through alternating rocks,
Of right and of wrong

Everyone travels life's journey
Without passport nor visa
Not by land, by air nor by water
But within and to a destiny

Life is a call to be attended to
A mission to fulfill with pride
So while you live, take some ride
Into distance and into time too

Life is a gift worth receiving,
It's a precious and priceless treasure,
That's why its value's without measure,
And it's always worth keeping.

Life is a journey between two ends,
Say the past and the future,
It is the very present, with mends
And full of hope to better the future.

Life is like a spring of water that soothes,
It has the ability to cure our wounds,
It's the reason we survive every season
And rejoice in praise with our flutes

We travel life every way every now or then,
From zeros to heroes surviving few blows,
So learn to learn as you live life in the rows,
And no straight way, should you bend.

ONWARD EVER, BACKWARD NEVER

I am waiting for my turn

My turn to make a difference

A difference; a rightful turn

I shall never befriend pretense

Because I have learnt my lessons

Along the droopy route of life

And am still counting my blessings

Happy, I am for the gift of life

I know the journey is very tough

Some say life is a tag of war

And I learnt the texture is rough

So am building a hopeful door

With courage and perseverance,

I shall complete every mission

And with hope in abundance,

I shall curtail every confusion

Onward ever, backward never

We are moving on and on

Backward never, onward ever

We are moving on and on

Never stopping, we still topping

Are you waiting for your turn?

So you can make the right turn?

To effect a sound difference?

And also stop every pretense?

Can you count all your blessings?

And can you recall your lessons?

Come on, give thanks for life

For so precious, is the gift of life

I know the journey is very tough

And I learnt the texture is rough

We all know life is a tag of war

That’s why we must build a door

With courage and perseverance

Trust me, we have hope in abundance

So we can complete every mission

With much fewer confusion

Onward ever, backward never

We are moving on and on

Backward never, onward ever

We are moving on and on

Never stopping, still topping

CHILD LABOR

It saddens my heart every now and then,
Knowing of the struggle and pain of the child laborer
The troubles of the little girl hawking on the street
The sorrows of the little boy in deep seas
Some are starving to death; the survival movement
Others are lost in the woods hunting to feed
Exposed to every threat and danger posed by greed
Why should they fend but for themselves?
Was it their fault to be born without a silver spoon?
Or is it simply their undecidable destiny?

It thins and wrecks my breath to the brim,
Understanding the indisputable fact
That the victims of the mess are innocent
Child Labor must be highly incriminated
Because it stands to ruin the future we long for
It is the reason we fail as a nation sometimes
It is one of the problems everyone want to see solved
So don't you ever hesitate my brethren
Take the chance to make a difference  now,
Say, Stop Child Labor Now

So who cares about the brighter future?
The kind we want for our dear planet?
What about the hopes we invest in the children?
Who cares protecting them with faith and pride?
We want a future as bright as the daylight,
We want people full of good grooming,
We want citizens swimming in education
And only the children of today are promising enough
Only they can we trust for a better future
And we can only achieve this with education

©2015

She is the Epitome of Wonder

She is the best mum no matter what,
Every now or then, bits her heart,
For her love and passionate care,
She is the epitome of wonder.

Folds of months dressed in pain,
Followed by several years of less gain,
She cared for you while the world starred,
She is the epitome of wonder.

The world needs her special kinds,
To generate many special minds.
She is the only one who replenishes.
And she is the epitome of wonder

Beauty is not much her pride,
To be made that popular bride
Character is her real concern,
She is the epitome of wonder.

There's one special thing about her,
She forgives and forgets all the while,
She is the image of a loving queen
She is the epitome of wonder

Happy Mother's Day
Amu K. Simon
©2015

fractured hopes

our bones are weak,

but we are still on the run.

our flesh is dehydrated,
but we are still breathing.

our eyes are blinded,
but we are still spying.

our ears are deaden,
but we are still hearing.

our dreams are shattered,
but we are still optimistic.

our future is bright,
so we are never stopping.

our life is purposeful,
so we should keep giving down.

our paths aren't straight,
so we keep on surviving.

our hopes are fractured,
so we keep repackaging

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We arrived here blessed to succeed.
So no matter the case, we'd proceed.
The benchmark, we'd surely exceed.
As we sow our good and viable seeds

Lone Universe...

We first met just in last summer,

I held suspicion, she’s a scammer

But my instinct gave me the urge

To risk my treasure in a slow surge 

The feeling reached a top degree

Is the contract without conclusion?

She promised, we are not three

Now, it looks like rerunning illusions

She made me tasted jealousy,

Gave me the virus of drowsy 

She even made me spoke Spanish

Forgetting my guard unleashed 

While I still weren't watching,

She sneaked into my quarters,

Made away with dear batching

Leaving lonely, my lone universe

I tried realizing my long dream,

Asking for a swim in the stream,

She furtively faced my clear beam

Positing we should keep it a secrete

She promised smiles for tears,

Saying her trust is in her dear.

And she can’t wait another year

 I asked, is this against all odds?

Joyful weeks rolled into months

Bitter months folded into years

But my sister kept wiping the tears

While I kept scripting the fonts

My mother said she stole my heart,

My sister believed she was influenced

My dad said, ‘son, feel your heart’

And my brother still remained silence

I tried to do what my father told me,

But all I felt was bitterness or emptiness

Did she steal what I can’t do without?

And oh, is there a slice of second chance?

She came from and through nowhere,

Did she mean to hurt me?

I am still a survivor, surviving every year

My heart is all what I want now.

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There are always why for the occurrence of things, consequences for our actions and hope for the yes or no of things. The path to the mountain of success is the loopy and bumpy kind, so drive your wagon with care.
Simon K. A.

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Every morning, I choose to survive the right way possible, hoping to soon reach the mighty ends. You have a choice as to how to move on everyday, replay not to delay but to relay every step. 

FAINTING CALL

From the not too distant territory,
Comes the scream of the helpless
For the attention of a caring heart,
And for the help of that kind hand

Who hears this dearly fainting call?
Is anyone behind the tall grey wall?
How much longer would it take?
Hope it’s not a thing she can’t take? 

I saw across the windows of buses,
Along the principal streets in the city,
Arms stretching out for alms; charity,
While some people are full of buzzes 

Who cares about the widow-needy?
What about the unlucky hungry child?
Is it that justifiable, to be this greedy?
While crime’ spreading wide and wild

The scream’s getting million times more
The grey walls seem running across
Who is going to take whose cross?
But before then, where is the law?

Silence wouldn’t be our last resort,
Not until our scream rip your thought
Our fainting call is still on the fall.
So come over, from the tall grey wall

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Step it up while you still can. This is the only way you can redeem yourself. You are the general of the army with which you fight your battles. Be in charge at large.