Songs of the Sparrow

In the northern breeze, where snowflakes dance,
The sparrow perches, takes its stance.
With melodies pure, it fills the air,
Whistling tunes beyond compare.

Songs of warmth amidst the chill,
Echoing through valley and hill.
In pulses of two and three,
A symphony for all to see.

On lush branches, it finds its seat,
With notes so sweet, so clear, so fleet.
Short and sonorous, its cheep,
Bringing joy to hearts that weep.

Echoing on rooftops high,
Underneath the azure sky.
Whistler of the Northern lands,
With songs that touch like gentle hands.

So let us listen, let us hear,
The sparrow’s song, so dear, so near.
For in its melody, we find,
A moment of peace for heart and mind.

Ability and Agility

You need ability to begin, while you need agility to last. You acquire ability, for example, when you train to be a lawyer, a doctor, or an engineer. Having a particular ability means you have acquired specific skills based on the test cases you have been exposed to. Agility, on the other hand, is how you manage to extrapolate acquired skills to novel situations.

Agility requires the cross-breeding of insights and skills and the design of bespoke solutions for a given problem.

A static skill that is not honed is not enough; dynamic and evolving skill sets are the keys to making it in the marketplace.

Healing Words

What is this stream that floods your cannula,
Vivacious lady in sickly cocoon? The pill,
The cream, and the baked powder on your phalanges, are
They turned into three course meal?

Is it true your days are three scores here?
And you fear your three-scores and a decade year
Will clasp in like the tower of Babel?
So you let you spirited smile die like echoes of a bell

Listen! I have some words to tell you.
You will live again, again and again!
My diagnosis says to you, and to you
Is this dose of word: you will live again!

Experience tells me, and my sixth sense says
You doubt my gospel, but you need not.
Though the depth of your grief cannot be touched by X-rays,
I am a specialist who will heal your rot

No stethoscope, for you need it not
But I give you love-you are starved of it
Ten doses, twenty-four seven heals your rot
Lady, you are loved far more than ordinary beast

See, I have implored the planets of nine
The coldest Pluto, and the hottest Mercury
Not to hinder this rising sun of mine
Sending you love in bundles, displacing your worry.

This sun is risen over the Orient with healing
Alas, the clouds of love is precipitating
And a thrilling sensation will sweep all scars
You will rise in quantum leaps to Leo’s stars