All's Ailing I would love to complain, but,
What would I achieve by railing,

I would sadden for I'm sickly, but,
I cry to see everyone's ailing,

How shall I get across,
When none of the boats are sailing,

I worked to stand victorious,
Yet I always ended up trailing,

What, Oh what shall I come to try,
When every success ends up failing,

How to console my teary eyes,
When even the air arround me is wailing,

I hope and wait, but it is the same air,
The air I exhale and thats what I'm inhaling,

These cravings shall not cease to devour,
Still, I would not cease their tailing,

I am a fool, I am an illiterate,
And it's illiteracy thats prevailing,

Oh, Salute to you oh life,
Of what newnesses you keep unveiling...

  ¶ 9:48 PM 17 comments

  Lust Lust is pink. Bright pink. It is mighty. Mightily ardent. I don't have to state it, it is felt by all.

A feeling, a desire, innate, with its main purpose to fuel the process of birth and to continue with life. There is a certain type of spider, which after mating is eaten up by the female, yet it feels, allow me to say, the lust, the desire, the lecherousness. The is designed to be so, but the problem occurs when it gets out of control, when it does not reside in its bounds.

Writing about such matters, they say, is obscene. For the very mention of it excites the aesthetically pleasing emotion. Thus it has always been avoided. And that too, it being written by a girl, is indicative of too much. But I implore to ask, why is it, that on the mention of ego, it does aggravate the bitter emotion ? Why on the mention of greed, would one want to apprehend it completely ? Then why the partiallity with lust ? Just because it is mightier ?

Yes, dear. It is the mightiest of all vices, if you all me to call it one. For I define a source of pain as vice. Lust is the leader of all frailties. Infact one tends to quest for means of fulfillment of other desires to inturn satisfy lust. If the previous statement seems dodgy, forget it. But I would expect one to understand in abstract terms, the unsaid. And let me say, it is, maybe, better left unsaid.

Doesn't it always happen, that you realise you got nothing after getting what you craved the most ? Please give me yes for an answer. Lust exaggerates. It overstates the pleasure it would give and leads us more and more towards wretchedness. Atleast I feel so. It makes us do so much, without even letting us know how futile everything is. And we fall into the pit.

The society has kept the limits. Human interaction has set the limits and we are supposed to stay in them. But the world is changing, the west influences you see. It is internally gratifying to see that, but the conscious mind defies it. Whatever be the case, it is most essential to not let your mind rule you. Not let a desire take the best of you and let it be under your hand. But lust is atrocious, for the pain it inflicts is intense, the pain of an unsatiated desire. It will always remain. It should. A law of nature. But it should, in the limits.

Lust is bright pink. So tempting, strongly tempting, like sweet poison.

  ¶ 11:09 PM 15 comments