In Spring Another Fall

An old poem this one, written one full month ago (give or take a few days):

Give in.

Give up.

Let me win

That trivial game.

Let it end

And not be the same.

For I know now to hope

Is to but temp ill luck.

Yes, you've won the other,

And this spring

 I tally up in falls, another.

So now my kite, cut

I must somehow recover.

No ifs, or a but

No reasons to discover.

For

I take my defeat

Quietly,

And Shall utter not a word

Nor make a sound

Except the scratching of the pen,

A thoughts to paper are bound.

Perhaps follow up with

 The tapping of keys
Beseeching you, my dear, please

Give in, let me win
Let it end

For any further without breaking

I cannot bend.

Expectations: Weeds in the Mind's Garden

Expectation.

One simple thing that can ruin one's mood and mess up one's frame of mind if allowed to grow.

Expectations are the weeds of the garden of your mind and your relations with others, they drink deep of the vitality of all the greenery about and when met provide but that feeling of relief and perhaps a little pleasant satisfaction while, on the other hand, when not lived up to, these very same expectations dry out and strangle the roots of one's relations and end turn vistas that once resembled the mythical land of Eden to something more commonly seen in most community parks in places like Dwarka: hard, barren ground with a smattering of greenery here and there.

Not quite the pleasant spot for relaxation anymore now, is it?

To conclude this surprisingly short and vague post: Learn to not expect. As a friend's 'status' read: "Don't expect things to happen. It's better to be surprised than to be disappointed." (paraphrased- the original had way more ellipses and emoticons).