***** The Craving *****

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Sometimes for sweets, sometimes for words,
The craving begins as a small itch that refuses to leave unheard.  

It stays within, clogged and heavy... swirling like a blocked chi with no vents...
While the mind continues to deal in mysterious ways, sometimes with brute force and at times, with pretense.

A scoop of caramel custard or a slice of lemon tart seduces the mind with its creamy flavours on one hand....
While a mug of hot choc or a slice of the decadent chocolate cake indulges in the tug of war unmanned!

But that is not what bothers a deviant mind the most....
For cravings are mere coping mechanisms the mind adopts to stall impending chaos...

While, the meandering thoughts continue to sprout new weeds of uncertainties in the head...
The rational mind struggles to bring the soul back with hope and faith & in good stead!

*** Envy - the arch nemesis ***

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Disillusionment is powerful.

More is the anger towards life and fate...

As often man forgets... his purpose could have been different...

Whilst he spent his precious life burning in envy to cage the elusive fame...

But as luck would have it,
the butterfly called success flutters with no agenda of her own...

As she jumps from one man to another...
She cares little about what emotions feed a life, distraught and forlorn...

It is not the absence of success that breaketh a man...but loss of purpose...
When man measures his goals with the purpose of another soul....

He brings down the kingdom of hell on Earth...
With all its devious army of minions and ghouls...

Envy is a termite that devours life with utmost relish...
While the life continues to ponder.... "why did fate play unfair...?"

Forgetting that every man has to bear his cross designed for his spine....
The disturbed man continues to walk in circles not realizing - Truth bleeds regardless of who cares...

***** Empathy : A lost virtue *****

Empathy, the maiden virtue of all times...

The most sought after and least respected of all..

Its presence is neither acknowledged  nor celebrated...

But its absence brings down the world on its knees, with a mighty fall!

Did they say - Blood is thicker than water...??

And that, empathy is inevitable when blood is a connection...??

Just then, exceptions come along to render blood worthless...

And that, blood is nothing but a coloured water, a wasted sentiment...a useless emotion...!

As self wonders, what kind of apathy must eat a man of the above kind?

Who measures his connections based on status, money and clout?

That he cleaves off connections he was born with....

With absolutely no pain or remorse?

Humble beginnings are underrated always...

For none wants to acknowledge the roots...

But time is such a wheel of whim...

When the call comes, it brings one down on his boots!

Currencies, clouts and shallow connections are passing  clouds of dew...

That feel good and soothing for a while until the weather changes its moods...

Never turn your face away from your roots, is what ancestors whisper each day...

For roots is what shall hold you firm through tides and storms, come what may!

*** The idea of Justice ***

The idea of justice is hard hitting and crude..

But, the way it unfolds is always a wait that be endured by a strong few...

The wronged ones live with an unsavoury acceptance of an elusive justice...

While the ones that wrong continue to push their luck through loopholes and well spun lies...

What is allowed is what will continue, a reprimand that sings aloud after every landslide of the just and fair....

Some rules must change to question everything loose lest the hope for the just becomes threadbare...

Luck and time, the poker faced pawns of destiny be flirty and ruthless at the same time...

But, push them a tad too much and they jump to zero from the cat's lives nine!

However, the wicked never regret their actions or, the consequences that follow..

For that is how they have risen by stepping on graves with a conscience, rotting and hollow...

The onus lies on ones that let the wrong slide by unquestioned....

For the morally neutral spectators do more evil By consciously averting the attention...

"Will justice prevail?", is an elusive question of the hour...

"It will", says the Universe in the future, near or far!

***** How easy, how difficult? *****

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To express freely and unapologetically, as one feels like...
Is every life's gift ever since it's born....
The freedom to be oneself with no inhibitions...
Brings along a courage to face everything known unknown..

When a baby hurls its toys across in a sheer expression of 'self',
All in the world capture the moment through captivating words and, 'larger than life' lens...
However, the little life grows up naively owning the freedom as it's right...
Little knowing that freedom is a rubix cube filled with many hushed silences and penance...

For later, an honest "I don't like.....", is chided and, replaced with a pretense suppressing dissent...."ofcourse, I like..."
Which again later manifests into diabetically sweet lie, "Ofcourse, I love...."
While the integrity of words begin to rot under the tyranny of social conditioning and dictum..
The soul now struggles to comprehend where it must stand up, and where, must bow!

"How easy, how difficult" will be a daunting question for eternity...
For we are all the choices we make, not all of them happy and sane....
But then there is no right or wrong when it comes to choices,
For diversions on roads are merely detours..., be it right or left, you take!

That said, every direction to action comes with a consequence...
An uninvited guest or, a pleasant visitor that it can choose to be...
It is always the courage of conviction or, the shame of what comes after that....
That decides how far a soul has come along, at helm of arrogance or, down on one's knees!

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You are not good enough!

"You are not good enough", the lady heard the lines, a hundred times...
But, NEVER in words or actions but in, accusatory whines and condescending jibes!

What was she NOT good at?, she pondered over and over....
Perhaps, not clearing away the dining table clutter or, the heap of clothes on the side for a week, yet to be folded....

Declutter, declutter....the words now haunt her day and night....
For she wants to now run away from home and routine, to some strange land out of sight!

Bereft of what she expects are the words 'care' and 'respect' !
She now feels like a deflated soul reduced to a role of some disposable help!

In what words could she explain that, she too would love to have tea served to her, once in a blue moon?
For she now feels her culinary skills are anything but a boon!

Fresh food on the table, fresh clothes for the family, clean bathrooms and, timely beverages at call.. 
"But aren't they her duties?", and the human brain begins nitpicking the unfinished tasks, that are conveniently gargantuan and tall!

"You will never be good enough!", the voice has changed from outside to inside...
As she munches on a half burned toast with tears of shame and, a tattered pride!

But now, she knows what she shall allow is what will continue....
As she wipes those tears of hurt, feeling strengthened and new!

Respect is earned, they say...but then, so is love!
Now, she must make sure that others know that too, steady and slow!

Take care of her in the way she seeks!
And you will get her back in the way you dream!

Pregnant fears

Realizing too many blessings at times is overwhelming...
For fear of losing them is as strong and unrelenting..

Sometimes, the realization helps better by keeping the feet on the ground...
But at times, it also weakens the core with pregnant fears that make the mind morose and unsound...

People say, get over your fears...for fear is a sign of weakness...
But will they ever know, how much it takes to not let the unknown demons from the mind's harness?

Mind, a contorted abyss can never be explained in mere words of Math and Science...
Even as humans claim to know it all about the submissive body and the unrestrained mind....

While words set me free for a while, I wonder....where do these pregnant fears stem from?
The answers, I believe are linked with my life' purpose, a pandora box of soothing shores and raging storms!

Maybe, pregnant fears follow me for a reason....
To see the unseen, to feel the unfelt...to hear the unsaid...while sailing through every season!

The Thing called Hurt

Words and emotions are two sides of a coin...
For they rarely walk in tandem, without crossing the line...

When awkward silences are left unhealed....
Hurt manifests like a demon with glee...

And then, when even a small disagreement goes awry...
A can of ugly confrontations hurts the ears and eyes...

How words and actions are perceived, will remain an unsolved mystery....
For minds are universes with intangible galaxies of brewing thoughts and feelings...

Maybe that is why, they say silence is golden when words of hurt embolden....
For silence may not weed out the hurt but, perfectly camouflages the weight of sadness, a formidable burden...

But, even as silence stalls the conflicting emotions and anger from spewing out...
The inevitable truth of unresolved issues will someday, like a canary, sing aloud....

Which is why, words must be filtered before they leave the tongue...
For nothing can repair the impact of hurt, once the words have been flung!

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Roots : the unseen anchors

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Somewhere in this journey of life, a lot of events got buried in the Chest called the Past!

For Time & Tide wait for none and, the ride from the Present now seems quite Fast!

Is it those flaccid years of unrespiteful challenges or, years of overrated fun?

It is difficult to choose for life is an unpredictable pun!

To soar high and fly or, to stay rooted for life?

The choice is unsettling in the Destiny's roll of dice!

But then, there comes a time when the need to return back to roots arrives...

And then, the truth dawns that for every step away from roots, there tags along a heavy price!

Appeasement : the eighth sin

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Enough was never enough and, never will be.......
For, greed is a madness that spreads like a plague with a wicked glee!

But, irony strikes midway and, reminds why respect is missing from the scene.....
And then, with all platters filled with accolades, respect seems to be one elusive queen!

The more it is sought with vengeance, the more it evades....
After all, truth is raw and crass and is always delivered in spades!

To stop chasing respect and, start earning it, is the only way....
Because, NO amount of appeasement and arrogance can ever make it stay!