Rare Find

It's a rare find these days,
to find a beautiful mature person.
It's is either
beautiful and still a baby,
or matured and ugly.
not because it's the natural law,
but because most of us grow,
bringing with us negativities.
It's not just because of the law of gravity,
that the skin sags and
eye bugs drop in asymmetry
but more because of keeping under our skin,
resentment, frustrations
unforgiveness,  
anger and envy.
and I'm not pointing here
mere physical beauty.
 
 
We can still grow old gracefully,
maybe not physically pretty.
but we can dress our personality
with grace, kindness and congeniality.
It doesn't need an expensive jewelry
to show or bring out the best in us.
 
a warm smile than a frown
a cheerful disposition than a "feeling down"
for sure can make us grow with inner calm.
 
like an unattractive duckling
into graceful swan
or like an ugly caterpillar
into a beautiful butterfly.
or like a pure gold
that keeps its luster
despite the passage of time.

The Best Version of Me

I'm thankful that He made me the way I am
I can't imagine myself
if He made me like Alexander the Great
or He made me like Socrates
I guess He made the best version of me
not so well known
but happy and contented on my own.
 
I don't know what if He made me like Gandhi
Surely it's not me anymore
so instead of questioning why He didn't made me
as handsome as the mythical Narcissus or Adonis
or as powerful as Napoleon
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I know I am blessed because he made me
to be the best version of me.
 
He doesn't made all the flowers to be daisies
Some are roses, some are tulips, and some are lilies
He doesn't made all the birds to be eagles
some are bluebirds, and some are falcons
So thankful for the diversity
Brown, red, yellow, beige, white, black or blue
I'm thankful for the variety
for the wealth in diversity
and I know this is the best version of me.

Guilty Pleasure

I'm happy
but I feel guilty
of doing a thing which is others say…
a satiation to be abhorred
 
I'm living in this world…
of instilling what is moral
giving me  lingering guilt…
Instead of peace after the said gratifying sensations
 
I'm happy with what I have done
guilty pleasures!...
but the larvae and worms of religion
is pestering my conscience
 
I'm neither a monk nor a hermit…
I am flesh and not a spirit
I'm surrounded with heart-beating human…
who make my pandering emotions in wrangle
 
Perhaps!...
what the religion says as heavenly paradise…
is for the innocents…

Jonathan Earl Bowser - Cascade aka Water

- Cascade -

A fluid blade

has slashed deep wounds into his ragged face

The long cascade

and torrent cuts toward its distant place

And so they know

a brief caress and interlude of sleep

but soon she'll flow

to others lost in darkest ocean's deep

He makes to her

an offering, a lonely bloom of red

to thus confer

his longing, shall the Earth and Sea be wed?

Some rainbow smiles

the Water gives, but will not be his wife

He falls for miles

impaled on her flowing river knife...

 

Jonathan Earl Bowser - Cascade aka Water