Story of her day...

Story of her day is unambiguous and quite suggestive; as her emotions models and frames all that she plays,

Warmth, sentiments, fondness are the dominant, pivotal connectors for her missions and ventures everyday!

Her strength, her energy, her vigour lies in anticipating 'The Treasure' that awaits,

Call it reward or price, she tenderly stimulates herself; only diligence dominates!

What Treasure? What reward?
No urge of wealth or fortune  bounds her untypically,

Her greed is the attainment of one supreme outcome which in this world is perceived differently!

'Happiness' is the Treasure that exhilarates her, and she swiftly gets allured and enticed with its magnetism,

That feeling of complete satisfaction is unintelligible and inexplicable and no respect to materialism!

This girl would never justify her attempts in mechanical moves,

She is a free bird, spiritedly living in her own paradise; Merrily does what her gut approves!

'Fixed'

On this bizzare expedition that we call life, escorted by our professed abstractions, actions and interactions...
We wait; totes oblivious of our life's reaction!

Ah! Entitle it Surprise, Luck, Fortune or Fate...
More modishly Destiny or Karma's Create!

The consequences and conclusions to my doings are so simply affixed...
Predestined... divine decreed...
Is it all so immaculately FIXED!

Fixtures, I opined were man made...
to connect two pieces for the article's new update!

'Fixed' I thought were my views and beliefs...
but strangely they eloped with some obscure thieves!

'Fixed' I thought were relations and alliances...
which are beyond the explanation of all sciences!

'Fixed' I witness are illegitimate dealings and closed trading...
those blatant profiles stirs and agitates me; strange is the situation pervading!

Call it Destined, or Fixed by a divine being or an adroit earthling...
It's a Game of Thrones and Domination...
Power Submerging!!

Time is Fleeting

Where we start...
How we end...
For every little act of ours and every question that crops in our intellect,

TIME...that particular Time is the artist that either leaves us with regret, or happy and astoundingly impressed!

Time is
        The Player...
        The Designer...
        The Master...
The stimulation that influences our moves,
Those that our mind promptly approve!

Time is the Torch Bearer in the weird maze of life
Such unusual and baffling are it's ways,
Bestowing us with novel and glistening moments always!

Time has been interestingly named and explicitly explained
as   Good or Bad
        More or Less
        First or Last...
Our understanding rests on our experience and insight,
I think this is the Time, to stall or perform with a keen sight!

'Finding time' is struggling...
Before we realize  that we have it, it's bygone,
Who can hold it?
Each moment needs to be counted upon!

Where are we spending our valued time?
How can we not let it fly out of our hands?
Honour and treasure Time we must, without shrieking,
coz Time is fleeting...
        Time is fleeting...
        Time is fleeting!