The secret of mediocrity

 The secret of mediocrity

When she sits on her desk,

To write about her love life.

The will to excel, make her nervous,

In the stimulation of self created imaginery perception.

We all are doing things, that weave out our hidden wings.

But still you wanna remain mediocre,

In this world of dumb and duffers.

What is in rise?

What is there to surprise?

When the success of my mediocre self respect shouts,

I still wanna remain mediocre in my life.

What is a good life?

Is that hidden behind the bad lies?

What is a bad life?

Is it kept underneath the unseen eyes?

The disparity of not changing,

Can lead you to inferiority of adaging.

The superiority can be misdone,

And the possibility of priority would be left for none.

Who knows?

Who will ever get to see the bad news?

Even when the cloud turns dusty, 

And the sun shine froze. 

The winter seek weakness, 

The summer crave sunshine. 

When the spring dances in moonlight, 

My heart paints the rainbowed sky. 

Vitality in work, 

And mediocrity is what you all deserve. 

A pen in her hand, 

And pencil stand is what we all look to break the glassed walls of mediocrely mad Friend.

The heart is still sculpted,

And the will is still broken.

When we both seek attention of our left one,

The right one gets frozen.

The parallel and the hurdles,

The bridges and bulges.

The stigma and the scenery,

Both at the end become primary.

Who vision escape?

Who vision of doing it for taste?

Who knows who should be left alone,

We always lie, when we want him the most.

The tea is still cold,

Like the passage of myself being mediocrely so strong.

The guilt is still felt,

When the gone goes, and superiority never crepts.

How to become so relevant?

That every time clock revolves around you.

How to work like you have mastered it,

But still when you feel so low to be really true.

The secret of mediocrety,

Is getting comfortable within your pants.

The visit of changing priority,

Is the vision you should really have and even lack.

The secret of mediocrity,

Can feed everyone out there.

That my mediocre self,

Can never impress myself for real.

So if something is so common,

That it ain't relevant to you.

How it can be relevant to anyone out there,

When you would keep on placing your self in the wrong placement pair

 So try doing good,

Try doing bad. 

But don't settle in, 

For something, that doesn't make you feel glad. 

Experiment, Entertain and Envisage, 

And don't worry about the possibility of failing. 

Because a baffled mind can't never be very sure, 

Of smiling in real, rather than Falling or failing. 

Sit on your desk or be on your field, 

But do deep shits. 

To reach not where everyone wanna be, 

But to reach at that height where no one would be able to see. 

Who created those parameters, 

That, that is the end of all extremes. 

Push  your extremes, 

To show them, that genious is something that even hustle in his dreams. 

Leeza