The cup, half-empty or half-full

A matter of how we look at things, they say,

As we tread, alone, on the sands of Time

Down life’s rather, wayward, way.

The rough and the smooth, companions all

Velvet gloves or bare feet,

Walks down sunset boulevards

Or, sweating in the noon’s heat.

How we look at things and perceive them

Is what our state of mind rests on,

It’s on that alone that happiness lies

That fleeting thing, now here, now gone.

Joy and fulfillment lie within

Outside of us are empty dreams,

Flowing down from mountain-tops

Who knows what swims in those streams.

Eternity, is the fool’s Paradise

But, is there one for the wise of the world

Those, who to the rest a mirror show

And then find, stones at themselves, often, hurled.

It’s a nice thought, a welcome one

Said the Poet Ghalib, of Paradise,

Live in hope, dream well, but

Who knows what lies beyond the skies.

Heaven and Hell live in our minds

“Houris”, Fairies, Fire and Brimstone,

The Garden’s ours, for us to enjoy

Thorns around or on Roses, prone.

Our Choice.

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