Dance of Whim

Many a times, I have observed people around me venture into activities, to which they are remotely connected in the past, with the air of an immensely experienced personna and end up feeling completely lost about what is going on around them. I am sure even you would have come across such people from various facets of life. It does not need much investigation and a peek into the daily newspaper itself could provide you with an array of opportunities to identify a few of the candidates.
Most of the times there is a messiah around to help them from drowning.
Unfortunately, these messiahs are lost in memories when the spotlight rovers on the initial incumbent on a 'chance' successful achievement!

I would, in the following stanza, like to remind that success beckons those who follow it aggressively but the strength to sustain the success lies in those remote connections often forgotten a mention between the celebrations.


Stepping on the bottom of a shallow shore,
Feeling for the rotten on the slippery floor.
For you see the ground on ebb but tide,
For the shell be found you wait but guide.
It delights to feel a sparkle in water,
Unless aware, what lies behind the shutter.
Opaque water adds a quick sliver to your legs,
The best of hearts confides in need of some pegs.
Risk your tongue again on the jabber of Known,
Forsake your soul to conquer the Unknown.


It would be a lot better world if the sensible people could gather our consciences together in the recognition of the true champions instead of lingering on with the facades of mock performances.
We could at least ensure in the true spirit of achievement the righteous berth to those eligible for a reward. At least, we could attempt to guarantee the burden of a lot fewer failures to our developed society instead of handing over the reins to the whims of self-established gamer-changers betting on the contribution from you and me.