An ode to the summer

What a man (yep also a woman) might think of the summer and what a mountain might "think"(?) of the summer.

Ode from a man:

O, Summer; why are you here?
Did I hate the coldest of the cold winter,
Just to welcome thee?

You cause my skin to burn,
Snow on the pleasant mountains to melt.
You make the water in the lakes and wells to disappear.
You also cause the leaves to dry.
Seeing the vast destruction you create makes me cry.

O Summer, why can't you be a little cooler atleast?



Ode from the mountain:

O Summer, Don't listen to the man that spoke,
For he will crib come you or winter.

Your warmth has caused the snow on me to melt,
Curing the cold I had for a long.
You only cause the clouds to cry,
just to cool me and my friends for a while.

I need you and winter in tandem,
To appreciate you for what she(winter) is not,
and to appreciate her for what you are not.

Summer, dont feel bad by the man's words,
For he is a crazy animal.
He wants it cold when it is hot,
and wants it hot when it is cold.

I do welcome thee,
with all joy and glee.
I love your warmth, radiance and shine.
I choose to embrace you for what you are.

- Phoenix

Procrastination

Procrastination was his biggest problem. He realized it is stopping him in several areas of life. He wanted to stop this habit at any cost. One fine day he decided to get the hell out of this habit, bought a self help book on procrastination. But (guess what ?) he never read that....

Procrastination was his biggest problem....


Afterthoughts:
Just realized this after a comment...He in this post is not me, However there is something else i wanted to say (it is in the comments)

The Road ! taken

The Road Not Taken is an inspiration for many...It is definitely an inspiration for me but with a slightly different perspective...

This following thought (i would nt categorize it into poetry) is a result of a spark after reading Kovaiputhalvan's awesome perspective on the same poem. Here goes...

The Road ! taken
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Two roads diverged in a wood,

And I know I can take only one;
Like the countless times I did before.

As I stand in the junction I realize;
It is not the road that matters but the journey,

And it is not the road that makes the difference but I.

Here is the original...

Blog

As per definition blog is a collection of thoughts which is online. If I am allowed a change the definition a little, provide a little abstraction and if I were to just leave out context of web; "blog" is essentially what one writes that he thinks . Going by this new term all kinds of older definitions can be revisited from a blog perspective....

Note: it in each of the definitions below refers to the thoughts

When a poet blogs it enriches into a poetry
When a musician blogs it blossoms as a song
When a mathematician blogs it concretizes into an equation
When a physicist blogs it metamorphosizes as a law
When a writer blogs it crafts as a book
When a journalist blogs it develops into an article
When a CEO blogs it reforms into a company policy
When a philosopher/thinker blogs it matures into a new philosophy


So what can you expect from a blog of a(an)

exploring poet
half-baked musician
science enthusiast
wanna be writer
future entrepeneur
and an incessant thinker...

I leave it to your imagination...