A Rage…

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I have held the raging beast,
With its horns,
My arms aflame,
With raging agony.

Just hold on for a moment awhile,
I smell the victory,
With the rising sun,
In all its glory.

Arms blooded,
The task herculean,
Muscles torn,
Misery yet unborn.

The wispy promise of victory yet,
The drunk revelry of success.
Against all odds,
Life flourishes.

I throw all my rage and emotion,
Hideous beast my soul’s creation.
Beloved, deadly – a dangerous combination.
A beauty, a siren, a nymph, a tease.

In the Face of Adversity…

Courtesy begets courtesy. Isn’t that what we are taught in schools when we are young? What happens when we grow up? Why do we forget the lessons? Or do we forget them or adapt them as per our grown-up perspective of the situation and people involved? Obviously, it is effective being courteous to people who can understand and reciprocate in a similar vein. But what if courtesy just slips off the skin of the person who is in front of you or who takes undue/unfair advantage of your courteous behaviour? What’s the use of being repeatedly courteous to a bully or a slob who cannot or doesn’t want to change herself at all?

In social situations, you do extend common courtesy to the ones around you. But what if you have a long term acquaintance with someone and you know that despite of your courteous behaviour, the behaviour of the concerned person will not change ever and that you will have to take or handle the fall out from her actions? What do you do then? What do you do when you are stuck between a rock and a hard place? There’s no easy answer. Each handles such situations in their own unique ways. Some lose their temper, some laugh it off, some end up abusing that person – all end up unhappy! None particularly effective as none solve the primary problem.

We come to: Courtesy begins at home. Each is responsible for her own behaviour. An adult can’t be taught corrective behaviour at such a late juncture. One can advise but one can’t enforce. An adult chooses the way she wants to behave. So, if you feel so bad about someone being discourteous to you, then take a step back and think. Think if it is the fault of that person’s nature or a reflection on your own. One can only try to change one’s own habits and nature and that’s easier said than done. So, how can you expect someone else to change their behaviour overnight? Having said that, in a social scenario, one has to be alert that one’s behaviour or habit does not create nuisance for other people. One has to be socially aware and socially accountable for one’s behaviour. But, sadly, we don’t see that happening. We are so busy in our lives that we are just focused on our own tasks and responsibilities. We don’t care if we make life tough for other people. We are narrow-minded. We refuse to see the broader picture. We are willfully blind. At least, that’s what I think – when someone clearly elucidates the rules of engagement between two people, two departments, two companies or even two nations, then how can you expect amicability to exist between the said parties if one party does not follow the rules and just flouts them? Amicability can never exist between two parties who can never exist in the face of willful misbehaviour. Courtesy is shot to hell.

But then, if you cannot maintain courteous behaviour in times of adversity, then you are not a true gentleman or a lady. Courtesy is not only for times of peace. Only because one party is acting like a neanderthal, one may not descend to their level and behave in a similar fashion.

Never lose focus that human life is about self advancement, self-improvement and self-actualization. Rest all is secondary, tertiary or unimportant.

Keep trying… Keep walking…

Temptations…

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It’s only when the object of temptation is removed from the immediate vicinity of a person for an extended period of time that one can think clearly, rationally. It’s a rare type of people who can think rationally even in sight of their temptations. That takes special practice and extraordinary self-control.

In view of our temptations, all of us regress to the animalistic nature from which we evolved and that is still such an inherent part of our make-up. That does bring up the question if we are all done evolving or can we expect a better, more advanced version of ourselves in the future? Then I wonder what would be the future of those of us who are not able to upgrade themselves to the new and advanced version of humanity?

So…coming back… what I have found to be particularly useful is – get yourself away from your temptations, go back to your more rational self and then take any life-altering decisions. As an added precaution, sit on the decision for a couple of days and even after that if you think the decision is right, then go ahead and execute it! That way you will have a higher probability of success than failure in your decisions and lesser regret to live with in case of a failure. That way you will have the control of your baser nature; not the other way round…:-)

The Beast In Me…

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The beast in me
Wakes each monsoon,
Rises to the surface,
Wants to be free.
 
Clamors in my soul,
It paws my skin,
Ripping it to pieces,
Stalks out and roars.
 
Round the year,
I rein it in,
But with the first shower,
It claims me.
 
Bestial nature,
Reduced to primitive promptings,
The veneer of civilization,
The conditioning runs thin.
 
Rages with the storms,
Dances naked in the torrents,
Dazzles like the lightening,
Elemental it is.
 
The beast in me,
Hungers and lusts,
A raw, earthy mating,
Craves physical touch.
 
The beast in me,
One with the universe,
Transcends the material barrier,
Beyond the veil it goes.
 
Dripping in sensuality,
Marked with wonder,
Unravelling mysteries,
Of the dark, human nature.
 
And when the rains are done,
It goes back to slumber,
Its experiences and discoveries,
Soaked in cells and soul.
 
Every monsoon,
An incremental awakening,
On the physical and spiritual planes,
The gift of the beast in me!

Sultry Summer…

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Sultry summer,
You make me sweat,
You make me yearn,
For the coolness of rain.

Sultry summer,
The haze is in the air,
The heat everywhere,
Red dust arises.

Sultry summer,
You renew the world,
An end of the old life,
You usher in a new one.

Sultry summer,
You take away the tiredness of the year,
You give birth to new dreams,
New hopes you bring at the end of May.

Sultry summer,
I always hated your show,
Heat, dirt, dust and flies,
Always cursed for you to go!

Sultry summer,
But now I know,
You sustain the life,
From the word go!

Yearning…

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There’s a yearning
In my soul,
What I wait for
I don’t know.

Yearn for methinks,
The bygone days,
The simple joys,
The simple faith.

The promise of rains,
The darkened skies,
The swaying trees,
The hazy lanes.

The parched earth,
The thirsty birds,
The lazy bees,
The tired men.

From my window,
I see it all,
Awaiting breathless
For first rainfall.

“There you come,
With silent steps,
Or a fanfare mighty,
With torrents of rain!

You sing melodies,
On my rooftop.
I listen and breathe
Your enchanted songs!”

The whole world
Dances, rejoices,
Bathes and cleanses,
In your waters purifies!

From my window,
I see it all,
Am born anew,
Body, mind & soul.

I laugh, I twirl,
I sing, I swirl.
I tread lightly
On dusky clouds!

I shout out loud,
Throw away the shroud,
I learn the beauty,
Of the truly alive!

A Celebration of Life…

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Walking in the shadows am I,
Looking for a place to stop by,
A place I would call my own,
Among lovely beeches and rowans.

Here I could hear
Merry songs of the brook,
Willy wildflowers dancing,
The cawing of the rook,
The chirping of birds,
The baaing of sheep,
Blending in harmony,
A symphony of peace.

Here would I stay,
‘Til the next journey beckons,
To unseen lands,
Through siren songs.
Here would I tarry,
A stolen moment so right,
From within and without
A celebration of life!