Only Winners.

Winner stands alone(Paulo Coelho)

The wind it came from a distance,
carried stories and voices of winners,

Are you a winner without the one fallen?

win, won, win was their stance,
mighty they were no sinners.

They had a pair of eyes, legs, hands and ears,
and from their mouth they shouted and ate,
winners they were, they knew no fears,
and they believed in some special fate.

Cried they when they were born,
they were winners but not without losers.
Kernels taste different are of same corn.
The wind came and carried stories of winners.

It is real cold up there.

being MAD

 Light the blown off candles,
     wear broken sandals.

Laugh at 'un-laughable' talks,
     pray God for bad lucks.

Dive in empty swimming pool,
     bang your head on a tool.

Stare at a blank page,
     free rats from cage.

Party when you fail,
     search for monkeys without a tail.

Look for Sun at night,
     strike off the right.

Seek stars at noon,
     try to die soon.

Fly kites during rain,
     push the walls in vain.

Show your paintings to a blind,
     never try to be kind.

Ask beggars for alms,
     sleep at night on open wild farms.

Smile at events that are sad,
     and surely people will call you mad.
     

being happy!

Daring

Quivering thoughts crossed my swiftest part,
explaining why I had turned out to be a rot,
giving reasons three in a trot.

I had dared to dream the funniest,
tried to be odd in front of the rest,
asked for lifelong sleep was the jest.

I was planning to be unique,
multitude thought I had a queer tonic,
preferring failure to success in sonic.

I walked in a manner not right,
my light! I was being out of sight,
thought to sleep during day, work at night.