It is 10 years since I wrote (and shared) my very first poem The Listener and today I publish my poem no. 548!
What an incredible journey it has been and my unending gratitude goes every person and situation that has directed me, knowingly or unknowingly, to this magical path.
every rule has her exceptions
who decided on the appropriate time
between right and wrong?
the sins of yesteryear
the excuses of today
will they transform into virtues?
perceptions never pass through
the narrow alleys of your mind
do you view life through only two colours?
what if you allowed yourself to
imagine the hues between right and wrong
what if wrong never really exists
and right is beyond horizons
and how about if we apply good sense
a touch of decency
for each of us live on “the other side” of the other