Fly in the Ointment


Its April of 2020 and Day 06 of A to Z challenge. This year, I am doing Metaphors. Be it a movie, song, painting, book, idiom, etc. I plan to give a perspective to it with an explanation and a 8 line poem. 


Metaphor: Fly in the Ointment

It’s an idiomatic expression that signifies something small that spoils the whole. The one small flaw that comes to light to spoil a faultless plan. It’s the ‘but’ we talk about.

The idiom dates back to ancient times when ointments was not just for medical purposes but more likely to be creams, oils and cosmetics. Ointment was a substance that one used to anoint (rub). I am using this metaphor for self-doubts that spoil the plan. Not just the plans though.

The stories have to be lived,
For everything was once an etc.
Should I smile and hello?
As small like that,
Is this worth Turing award?
As bigger than that.
But, I am my,
Fly in the ointment.

I don’t know what, what to call it, but it stands in between. I am not sure if I have to cross it by thrashing like to an enemy or caring like to a love.


Faux pas


Its April of 2019 and Day 06 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing Foreign word/phrase a day and 8 line poem for it.

Word/Phrase: faux pas
Language: French
Meaning: an embarrassing blunder or indiscretion, an embarrassing or tactless act or remark in a social situation.

a job of displeasure,
meaningless etiquettes,
an animal hurt,
an unmerited title,
an illicit communication,
an alien service,
a falsified hope,
a natural faux pas.

To place a natural order into the system, God has made a faux pas look like an appreciation/ambition. The concern is that most don’t realize it. Happiness gets quoted in several fonts and colors and life, naturally a faux pas. The petty issues, are, well, petty (When would we realize that?).

Fortune from A to Z


Its April of 2018 and Day 06 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing ‘Emotion’ a day picked from the bag of life, with an 8 line poem and a thought.

F is Fortune.

Professional challenges,
A vision, dedication,
Shoulder to cry on,
Family, friends.   
In the waves of smiles and cries,
Sleeps the tired,
Body and mind.
Now, Isn’t that a fortune?