Whose wine is it, anyway?

Anger surges through my brain and leaves me red in face. It makes me a terror, gruesome, a bane, in me the mild timidness its bound to replace. People tell me I'm innocent, readily gullible, timid, inceduously taken for a ride. They call me an imbicle, who cannot distinguish between hearty and horrid, and who in others will easily confide. I placidly agree I'm stupid, in theoretical literature a dim wit who cannot see the difference between the devil and cupid and can be cunningly lured into a darkened pit. But inspite of the daftness embroiled in me, i hold up my head dangerously high. I drown politics in my morning cup of tea, i'm not manipulative, deceiving, I'm not sly, I'm haughtily proud of my imprudence, soberly and snobbishly uninterested in silly flirtatious chat. because bliss they say lies with ignorance, while curiosity merely kills the cat. It pays to be silly, to be politically unwise. because its only then from the depths of ones soul does truly wisdo

Thank you God for opening my eyes, for making me sensible, for making me wise. Although I'm in trouble and times are tough, I'll pull through this storm however rough. I look at the heaven and smile at the skies, for now in me a belief has begun to arise. Your spirit is in me and is keeping me strong, I know you won't let this lament last long. At this hour, lord please be by my side, you are the only one in whom I can confide. Bring strength in me and life to my veins, a healing, an antidote to these pains. I need you now, please hold my hand, besides me now like a pillar please stand. Whatever happens don't let me cry, This grief is killing and can make me die. As darkness descends, please be my hope, however gruesome please help me cope. Please take over my mind and be my heart, Everyone has left me but you don't depart. Do with me what you think is best, Be my guide when I'm put to test. Place me in your hands and keep me secure,

The people we hold closest to our heart, those living beings we fondly call friends, when times get tough are known to depart, and all that togetherness abruptly ends. We are left cold, in the lurch, groping in unpredictable darkness, of a minute ray of hope we roam in search, as we are overshadowed by paramount sadness. And then one solely wonders, did friendship ever exist? Why did our pals turn out to be our offenders, leaving us cold, devastated and transfixed? With time we turn to the one we love, the one who is better than the best, the one who is a gift from God above, only to realize he is not different from the rest. And then depression sets in, making us the butt of all jokes. Its demeaning , all the commotion and din, made by our lover and unimportant blokes. And then one timidly wonders, did love ever exist? Why did our love turn out to be our greatest offender, leaving us cold, devastated and transfixed? Then the truth confronts this dumb witted teen, staring at me smugly