A gathering of old classmates is an occasion to forget 

The fret and fever of humdrum life 

A vocation simply to celebrate a short vacation 

Where everyone spend time in hilarity 

Nothing is there to jeopardize the daily chore 

Everything is soft and gentle like fallen petals 

Lethargy dwells like lotus eaters 

Who sauntered and loitered always 

Giving comradeship to bacchus quaffing in unity 

Erebus didn’t fluster any instead a spree of music 

Lulled soothed everyone like a lullaby 

Some to the seashore of life to pacify their laden heart 

By watching the Poseidon blue and the azure sky 

Some to the waves in a dingy like skies on snow 

Children on the dunes busy making castles 

And indulge in quixotic activities. 

Some in the kitchenette making various culinary delights

I for one wandered everywhere enjoying everything 

And chattering flirting with my dulcinea The Solitude my wont 

Those who cannot be in the present 

Are frustrated and balked and always moody like the gloam 

No need to be 

People are born to be real not to be perfect 

People are different in every way 

But they are all human beings with real feelings emotions and sentiments 

We all are subjugated in one way or other 

Obsessive charlatans gullible to be ensnared 

By any conman political social or religious vendor 

Mankind ought to be divorced from the canker of religion but to be religious 

To be happy rational and reasonable 

For religion and the acronym god are 

Preposterous figment of the malevolent mind 

To cheat the innocent ignorant and the meek 

We don’t have the poignant feeling in the pass of time 

Immense is in our credit eternity in the form of 

Heaven  with houris wine and other pleasantries 

All at our beck and call perpetually 

Others have birth after birth 

Why bother about time ceaselessly on and on 

None of these are pragmatic or available 

How can we demystify the fervent disciples

None can it’s only a mumbo jumbo mere gibberish 

But the so called sanctimonious conmen 

Either religious or political are thwarting 

The helpless multitudes into chaos 

And unfathomable abyss from where recovery is impossible 

For majority are impossibley biased either politically or religiously 

This moulding is heinous and culpable 

This marauding the needy and destitute is abominable 

Who are to be blamed!

We the most cowed not to gear ourselves to face the music 

Seethed inside without an outlet

George