No Discount On Feelings!

If we feel weird about it
Why not say it?

If we feel happy about it
Why not show it?

If we feel bad about it,
Why do we oppress it?

If we feel desirous about it,
We do we cope with it?

If we feel curious about it,
Why not ask about it?

This cascade of high, low, even and odd called Feelings
Why do they always have to be discounted?
Why not they always be facile give a-ways?

If you find a way to profess, My mate,
Not once discount it!
Shout out loud,
Win some,
Lose some,
Weep a lot,
Care a wholesome,
Love more,
Brood less.

Not once discount it!
Because,this is what, 'Being' is about.

Just as long 'WE are'..!

Just as long 'We are', together
Let us tickle,
Let the mind run utterly fickle.

Let's run into the sheer wild,
And not let anything be absolute mild.

Let's indulge onto the fantasy spree,
And let our almanac be far from free.

Just as long 'We are', together
Let us skip and hop.
And we shamble around? No! nope.

Let the time not be of any bound,
Let gelos not build in pounds.


For we not know, how long.
But as long 'WE' are....
Let us call it 'Living for the Loving'.

Sweet Nothings

You Smile,
I Smile.

You cry,
I fret.

You like,
I nod.

You talk,
I crave to listen.

I choose,
You concur.

I offer,
You, at times differ.

I  negate,
You affirm-ate.

When my eyes sparkle with joy,
You are invariably cognitive.

Those sweet nothings we share,
Makes me wonder,
Will you miss me, when I am gone long?
And there are not any bonds to tie us along!

I Choose

I Choose,
To be quiet, for the fear of being unheard
To weep to self, for the fear of being thought as weird.

I Choose,
To ignore, for the fear of my rage being keen
To laugh, for the fear of my tears being seen.

I Choose,
To not break, for the fear of being shattered
To hold on, for the fear of losing what mattered.

I Choose,
To not expect, for the fear of being hurt
To not be rude,for the fear of being curt.

I Choose,
To break free from the past,
I Choose,
To re-cast, self.
There Again,
I Choose ,To Be
     'ME'

Angels and Demons

The chord struck again
Without any desire, the tears did rain.
Unable to find why,
The angels did solace.
But, the inner demons smirked hysterically, "Oh! what did you gain?".


If empathy is what you want , It is lame!
Said the demons.
The angels countered that with a Name, with regard.
And unraveled a cavity, with ease.
The Demons reverted saying: "Dismiss"!

The angels still fortified,
Let it come and go by,
It is a phase and it shall ply.
Although, if 'you', my dear, can Omit
Please Do by!

The demons accorded in silence.