Flowers in a vase

When you learn, your head is a vase,

Wherein you must deliberately place,

Every, the tiniest, piece of information,

That will bloom into a flower after some frustration.

You must water the flowers in the vase,

Revise what you learned, go on a chase,

Chasing after the ones trying to escape,

Lassoing them in back into their shape.

You must smell the flowers in the vase,

Practice what you learned in this case.

Look for opportunities to apply your knowledge

Going further than the lectures at the community college.

That is all there is, some flowers in a vase.


Song titles

Sometimes words don’t mean what they say,

In good songs or in the poem of the day,

There’s metaphors and other tricky stuff,

That’s why I often swallow their bluff,

Take their titles for what they seem to be,

So they become funny, at the very least to me.

Stairway to heaven is about architecture,

A staircase to the sky that will never fracture,

Stretching to the clouds and even beyond,

Funded by someone who is really fond

Of great scenery and endless sights,

And way up there, the starriest nights.

Pink Floyd was quite on the same lines,

Building a brick wall, maybe for vines,

One brick at a time is masonry’s foundation,

A bricklayer’s pride in a bad situation

Won’t be reduced to a pile of rubble,

One brick after another: not a bubble.

Pour some sugar on me, on one hand,

Is sung by someone from Candyland.

Someone with a sweet tooth (or more like a fang).

Whose opinion changed like with a bang,

As he realized breathing sugar is not easy,

After you break a sweat, you’ll feel super sleazy,

And at the onset of the second metric ton,

Shoulders get heavy, now don’t they mon?

I know there’s a meaning deeper than these,

But I enjoyed feeling the lexical breeze.