Ideas nipped in the bud
Nascent, nymph-like
Shoved below into
The ravines of a nether land,
Ideas crucified on the altar
Of comparisons
Vacillating between daisies and daffodils
While both smell as sweet,
Ideas sentenced to the confinement
Of self-doubt
Lying lost between the conundrums
Of what is and what can be,
Ideas butchered
On the block of boredom
The ensuing carnage
Leaves behind carcasses of desires,
Ideas snuffed out
At the hint of first breath
The life of a story killed
Even before it is born,
Ideas stomped in the maddening
Melee of choices
Too many, too soon, too fast
None wins in the wake of the stampede,
Ideas allowed to slip from today
Into the impermanence of another day
Losing face, changing forms
Never to be found again,
Ideas propositioning the
Plasticity of perfectionism
In the race to find chimera
A world of nuances and novelties lost,
Ideas let out to
Languish on the bench of laziness
They gather dust, they catch rust
They rot and corrode
Setting off on the road to oblivion,
Ideas choked on the chain of conceit
Stifled by the rope of vanity
Joyful thoughts, simple and sublime
Trampled by the roguish Brogues of loftiness,
Ideas half-baked, half-hearted
Hung out on the line of lust and longing
Blown away by the punishing gust of wind
To an elusive place beyond one’s reach!