Choices…

Jealousy!

Thy insidious snake.

Writhing inside me, turning everything green, murky… Clouding my mind… Digressing me from the correct path, the correct options…

Why oh why are we so susceptible to jealousy? The way I have experienced life, we have more predilections towards certain emotions than others – jealousy being one of them. The moment the green-eyed monster rises in the mind, one forgets everything and just blindly reacts… Why? Is it hardwired in our makeup as human beings? And if it is, then is it more genetic or spiritual? Or are both one and the same? Do we carry both genetic and spiritual footprints from one birth to the next as we die so that we are only as evolved as we make ourselves in the previous birth and have to suffer or celebrate our backwardness or advancement in the next birth?

Is it all instinctual? So many ugly monsters inside us and so many angels… Heaven and hell both inside us… Yes! That maybe it… The monsters become stronger sometimes and lead me on the wrong path but when the clouds ease up, the angels step through to guard me through whatever path I might have chosen. And you know what? The end isn’t half bad as it might have been… My angels do do their job…

That’s life I guess… One unpredictable path of choices with monsters tempting one off the path and angels guarding one back on the path through any hurdles and roadblocks… I just hope that the end is worth all the trouble…

Jealousy! Anger! Greed! Lust! Thy name is Life!

Keep Walking…

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Nirvana…

Thirsty Soul,

What’s your quench?

Cresting your thirst is,

In the heaviest drench.

The absolute you quest

A solemn path it is.

In the deepest of forests

Wayward Soul, you miss!

Dark not the forest

Enchanting the senses.

Overwhelming, overpowered

To its tune, the fool dances.

Yet inside, it awaits

To satiate its thirst immortal.

Realize the one truth

Open up the one portal.

Soul…

The night is mine

The darkness’s languor

Sweet love

Sweetest succour.

Thoughts of you

When are welcome

To you do I

Surrender now.

The light time hours

Are given to them

The world and its wife

The lust, the bedlam.

In the solitude of dark

Opens up my soul

Questing its matching piece

Giving up every thought foul.

Evening’s allure on me

A siren song it casts

Promises of wildest love

Deepest love holds me fast.

Motivation…

Motivation can come from any unexpected source… So, friends, do not discount that graffiti on the sidewalk or the hurtful words of your so-called enemy… Whatever the source maybe, welcome motivation always. You never know when it may become your next great idea…

Keep walking…

Presence…

A Presence

Around me

Restless

I be.

Welcomes him

My darkness

Adding more

To the inner mess.

Truth or fiction

A figment of imagination?

A tangible quality

Or of sick mind, a creation?

Hazy, blurred lines

His character undefined

Physicality I see

Rest yet to find.

A presence near me

24 X 7 it be.

Emotions tangled

Catch 22 it be.