Laughter refreshes me,
I can laugh well and heard,
Humor is a part of my life,
In laughter, I let down my guard.
All humor is well taken,
Sarcastic humor let loose,
There’s slapstick comedy
That fails to laughter effuse.
Laughter used to bind us,
Those little sparks dulled,
Over the years, with age.
Still, the bond of laughter is unequalled.
GRATITUDE PROMPTS BY POSITIVELY PRESENT
Growing up where I did,
Resting was frowned upon,
Everyone kept on working,
To dusk from the start of dawn.
You can have a pause
Briefly, to catch your breath,
Then, you snap out of it,
To keep at it, was the strength.
A guilt still haunts me,
When I sit, doing nothing.
Unlearning those lessons,
From my brin, been sloughing.
While very bonded I am,
I crave connections too,
But pets and animals,
For me, doesn’t do any ado.
I admire them from afar,
I smile at others’ joys,
I can’t own one for me,
No matter what the ploys.
I am fond of baby elephants,
To revel in the nature
Don’t bring one near me,
But, I can’t of me, denature.
While I lack in talent,
Of musical aspirations,
Avidly, I listen and track,
The myriad of compositions
I can sway in joy,
And, cry copious tears,
I relish the trips into
The past many years.
A feeling of tranquility,
That envelops me,
There’s nothing like music,
That can set me free.
Unlike the fake listeners.
I don’t gesture and extol,
My music, like everything else,
Is deep within my soul.
A slew of emotions
Are floating about
My brin is like a
Forever inside-out.
Regret to hurt, with sadness,
Then followed by gratitude,
I talk my brain into joy,
While the sadness remains stewed.
There are days when I feel,
The brain within hurts,
Emotions overwhelm,
And information amerces.
Love is my strength,
I love deep and hard,
Even when my heart is broken,
I love with the shards.
I don’t have any hate,
I don’t hold a grudge,
Forgiveness is my crown,
My path is a hard one to trudge.
Battered by the storms of life,
I still hold my head up high,
There shall never be a day,
When my love will go dry.
If you cut me open, you will
Find kindness in abundance,
Every cell in my body is
In generosity, an indulgence.
I never want for me,
I seek to forever give,
Kind, I know I can be
My heart is like a sieve.
Everyone who crosses my way,
Gets a dusting of my big heart,
I don’t force it upon me though,
Of my being, it is just a part.
In the eyes of the beholder,
It always is abstract,
While in some, it creates joy,
In others, it distracts.
I never was in the reckoning
For the tag of ‘beautiful’
I like me, and how I look,
What I thin, is irrefutable.
More of it, I see around me,
In nature, in things and
Occasionally, in the people around.
Beauty, its worth is panned.
I am unique, on of a kind,
Memories keep me alive,
Remember, I do a lot,
And the mind is on an overdrive.
There’s none better to remember
Than my grandmother and me,
But, the curse of the fate,
The brain cells are now debris.
Each of my possessions have
A memory associated to it,
I love how it makes me
And brings up those tidbits.
Songs, I hear, too have events.
That are tagged along with them
Words, melody and lyrics,
Brings smiles or tears, therefrom.
I guard me like a bulldog,
I value my privacy a great deal,
I don’t crave for attention
Fame doesn’t have great appeal.
A circle of few, a tight fistful,
That’s all I have to call mine.
I listen well to one and all
But, to hardly any. My heart aligns.
I believe that no one cares,
My lack of self-esteem tricks me,
I consider myself a burden,
And, that is my insecurity spree.
My ancestry is a blessing
With great genes I began
The common ailments of many
Isn’t seen in my clan.
In great shape, I am
There are no complaints
All I seek for, strive to,
Is for my mind to restrain
In constant state of gloom,
An apprehensive angst,
That’s been how I am
Clutched in misery’s pangs.
A day without engaging
In something out of routine
Something to spark some joy,
A day’s worth is demeaned
A poem here, a painting there,
A craft session, be it online
A dream of mine, a soul space
For my pursuits, a shrine.
The dearth of talent that I have
I make up for it, by count
Completion is now my goal
And, to be in peace is surmount.
A blob of time, is all I want
With her, him and them
The people who I want most
From whim I stemmed
Precious moments captured
In between life’s grind
The smiles, the memories
Within my mind, now confines.
Holding the bull by the horns
The moments are fleeing,
House are long, days fly
Times again are a repeating.
Quotes are my crutches,
That prop me at all times,
I live through them
I seek strength betimes.
Through them, I strive
To solve and salve mt despair
In them, I find answers,
Through them, I say a prayer.
Cliched quotes they may be
But, this moment is key,
When they fall into place,
I hold on to that in glee.
Work is my bread and butter,
And, at one point, my identity.
I slowly detached to ease,
And, seek some serenity.
A career, I am not sure.
But paychecks, I did secure,
A life devoid of hardships,
And, stability was an allure.
Now, in times of turbulence
This gives me unwavering support
When everything falls apart,
My work, holds up the fort.
Some kindness, some strength
A lots of ups and some downs
While others pelt me with hurt
My work hands me flower crowns.
Everything around me feels
Heavy to carry today
I write like there’s no tomorrow
To will my fears away.
I hold in my hand,
A glass half full
While society makes me believe.
It is barely a spoonful.
I am my own strength
I hold me up, when I fall
I have my own circle,
They are at my beck and call.
With all these about me,
I never project my woes.
Upon anyone else ever,
Then, the others, I repose.
Rains refresh me today,
There’s a lingering mist
I close my eyes tight
And breathe in the air.
The droplets on me are few,
A sudden chill pervades
Ther tiredness melts away
The heart feels light.
While there is a nip
In the autumn air
The warmth within
Slowly rejuvenates.
Like nature, I learn,
To rest, let go, release
All that’s not essential
For later, when I can
While the world around
My small abode burns
I seek solace in myself
A moment where I can ease
The night knows only
Discontent and doubt.
The unveiled eyes are wet
A gaze held captive
With the remorse of love
And burden of regrets
I close my eyes slowly
Breathe deeply once.
I feel it leave me
The toxic shroud that
Envelops my days
A beseeching cry I’d let out
Peace, peace and peace
Which is all I seek
A beastly burden I carry
One that can’t be put down,
There is no respite for the weary,
The seeds of bondage are sown.
Slowly gnawing at my core,
Physically wearing me out,
The soul silently cries within
While I prepare for a rout.
While they want me to give up
I still clutch on to hope,
I seek a better tomorrow,
And, I refuse to sit and mope.
A façade they put on,
Others are blissfully unaware
The virtuousness is nauseating,
Feigned friendliness is their snare.
Slowly, as you break through
The many layers of pretense
They push back in defiance,
Abandoning you, without recompense.
A dangerous game we play,
While the demons within, we slay.
They raise their ugly heads,
And, the incurable disease spreads.
Anxiety manifests in ways,
And, many opinions it sways,
We do, what we don’t intend
And, sometimes, we can’t mend.
Still we play with the fire,
And risk catching the others’ ire.
We still hazard a chance,
And, in peril, we menace.
Navigating upon a star
May not get me there,
But, there’s an ethereal sense
Of order in your affairs.
My life is charted out,
The moment of my first cry.
While we steer out days,
Celestials prevent it from going awry.
There planets say who I become
The stars decide my ways,
It is also predestined,
How I shall while away my days.
A thirteen ear old said,
“this is your destiny”
Both of you shall serve me
Until end of eternity.
The constant abrasion of days,
Grazed perpetually by negativity,
The body begins to show signs.
Curbing the daily productivity.
There seems to be no solution,
The weary have no rest.
One fine day, it will be the end.
And, there shall be none to attest.
The burden of everything,
While one person carries,
The others rest and watch,
Trying to become adversaries.
A plump and plucky kid,
She never was before,
While fate dealt her blows,
The body kept score.
A few ounces more she felt,
Was enough to drown in sorrow,
But then the realization came
That nothing can remove the furrows.
Every human thus copes,
With the many a battle grind,
Hers is not theirs to judge,
Everyone’s is their own to mind.
Angels are all around me,
If I don’t find one, I be so,
A pure soul, with joy,
To keep my faith aglow.
A random word of cheer,
Is my angel looking out,
When they can’t be everywhere
A kinder new one will sprout.
When I am in need of one,
There’s an angel standing by
I am surrounded by them,
There are my constant ally.
My angel is within me,
Egging me on through the days,
The black and bleary seasons
Gets cheered up in umpteen ways.
I have a dagger in my back
That was placed by the one,
The one who shall not be names,
It was not to be undone.
The cloak and dagger game,
I play every day with them,
Walking in eggshells too,
Slowly has me going numb.
Cynical, I am turning out,
Empathy leaving my veins.
There’s nothing worse than
Surrendering my reins.
Someone lives in a castle
Dreaming of prince charming,
Shackled she’s to her misery,
Within her own, she’s squirming.
Grandiose dream she allures,
While staying within her well
Giving up her distress
Would mean no sufferer label
Envious of all the others,
While nurturing the evil inside.
Only joy she begets is,
When everyone does her bide.
There's no remedy for such
Other than to rot in hell,
Even there she’d find another
To take over her death knell.
A life with flavors many
That everyone seeks to live,
I am pursuing peace
And, the feeling of being alive.
There are one too many
Creating a thorn in the eye
No matter what I want
Only option is to comply.
A place to eat isn’t my choice
A dish off the menu, neither
There’s also the spice level
Even that I have to tither.
A frog in the pond existence
I wasn’t leading yet
Until I associated with some
Unmentionables, I began to abet.
A toad’s world of monotony
Is what I am deigned to live in
Whatever the world holds for me
This is on spiral, that pulls in.
A slow life toward death,
That is the ultimate fate,
No matter what I seem to do
All I get is continually berated.
A way out from this situation
A respire from this constant hell
There seems to be none,
This is my death knell.
Life is a series of
Unfortunate events,
But, the key is to
Manage the rents.
Dodging bullets,
One after another
Is the path to exist
Live fully, I’d rather
Sidestepping won’t do
Avoidance isn’t the way,
Take the bull by the horns,
And, not let opinions sway.
Life is short, make it sweet.
Mindfully to live is a feat.
A fork in my life arrived,
I choose the less trodden
Of sanity, my mind is deprived
With tears, the road is sodden.
A path riddled in chaos,
Created by a toxic stirrer,
With not an ounce of pathos,
Unleashed the reign of terror.
I trace back to the branch
Retracing life in a time loop,
If universe gave carte blanche
My lost years, I will recoup.
I have fallen into
An intricately woven,
And an inextricable,
Spider web of cozen.
Paddling uncontrollably
Each step pulls me in,
Further into the depth,
Of the abyss within.
