Once upon a time in a brewery, Is the host of man’s refinery, Producing juice sparkling like jewelry, With the most complex of all machinery. Is this just a factory, Or a mere hyperbole of poetry? Such were the questions we posed, To the tour guide who spoke. He continued with intent, “Inside this structure is a multi-storey All men who tried climbing, Never reached her peak of understanding” She like to be pampered, Especially when tempered. Her sorrow may need your console, Yet in her bliss, you mustn’t lose control. Such an oxymoron of a factory, Built by the master brewer story. Complex in nature, frail by stature, Embodied in one feminine structure. Advise her without being stern, If you intend to keep her in your pen. Smiles maybe as beautiful as stars, But tears can turn into scars. Ask them to choose, they prefer the latter. Yes, simple words just to flatter. Be so kind and it turns into obligation, But frugality is seen as starvation. Abundance of it, makes too sweet, The...
This may sound just as real. Maybe not exactly how you feel, But sometimes it cuts through, Your heart, and you know it’s true. Many times we are on our own. From work, via traffic back home. We struggle enough to earn our money, So that we can afford milk and honey. We do all the hard work that pays, Wake up and makeup for seven days. We face disappointment in may ways, And we don’t see the hands of grace. So we accept responsibility, And respect the natural laws. Building on strengths and not the flaws, Holding on to every single opportunity. You look at your friends circle, And history of your family cycle. So where is this thing called miracle? Or should I ask rather, Where is the god factor? Those are just the margins; The experience of that near-miss. The instances you call luck, Just for getting what you lack, Quickly and nicely than you imagine. Has a stranger helped you before? Have you ever stumbled but didn’t fall, Or panted for air and never got more? Even if you don’t beli...