COMING TO TERMS

Coming to terms with an issue
Is a process in itself.

First, your irritation for it,
Which develops into a frustration.

Next, trying to figure out
the black sheep of affections.
In the beginning,
You only notice the injustice of the circumstance.

But then,
You see your stains,
Accepting which, is a Herculean task.

Next,
From the annals of memory,
dig out facts and truth,
to support it.

Then,
to feel guilty, self- pity.

Then someone comes,
And shakes you up:
“Cheer up!”
and you come around
From self- centredness to self- awareness.

You cannot change the world.
Nor the people,
nor the circumstances.
Let’s rest the matter
And get on with life,
You say.

Coming to terms with an issue
Is a process in itself.

Sleep…

Sleep,
Like the several- headed Anantha,
overpowers me
With one look in the eye.
Even before my nerves signal weariness,
my eyes droop,
and my head becomes heavy.
All I can do
is,
shut the eyes,
and resting the head on the pillow,
Go to sleep.

Both of them listen to no one else
but that strange overwhelming sensation,
which comes upon you
In silence,
like a cat.

Sleep…
unknowing,
unconscious,
and undisturbed.
It is the true escape
from the prowling felines
and sneaky monsters
of everyday life.

So,
Let the Snake of Sleep
crawl upon you
and drag you deep into it.

Sleep…

TOO FAR…

Dreams,
and
Imagination.
These two words
have lots in common.
And yet they are so different…

Dreams may come true.
Fantasies never can.

The otherwise, is
Illustrated and orchestrated by the fairy- tales,
Drummed into the ears of children
from age three.
You grow up
to realize
that they are,
after all,
merely fairy tales.

Maybe, creating your own world
Is a threat.
Crossing the material limits,
Is profanity.
The fusion of the Conscious and the Unconscious,
The Known and the Unknown,
The Heart and the Mind,
Is too much of a paradox.

With closed eyes,
or open,
you can’t let your heart wander.
It may go too far… Too out of control…