Life

Life is a long journey

People say life is short but it’s not

It definitely goes quickly

Which only when you look back

It’s still been long

It’s taken many years, doing what you’re doing

Many years to master your skills

Many years doing the same old thing

Talking to the same old people

The same friends and family

They tell you to get married, have children and fit in

But none of that will make you happy

Many marriages fail, children leave you behind

All you’re left is with yourself

So before you try to ‘fit in’

Try to be happy

Find your strengths

Reach for the stars

You don’t know what’s to come

Anything is possible

You only realise that as you grow

Be your own best friend

Live your own life

 

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Bellow My Grief

This poem is in response to the short story called Misery by Anton Chekhov 

“To Whom Shall I Tell My Grief?”

Sorrow shimmers through his body

His son – his little baby calf – dead!

oh! What agony!

To lose a loved one is to repent a lifetime

If only someone would hear him bawl

Listen vehemently to his grief – his distress – his pain.

He would cry to the world

Curse at the cosmos

To acquire the wishful years lost;

For his only son to reappear in his arms again.

R.I.P – Kuzma Ionitch

Deception Is Hell

Here they appear again

the demons, they envelop the brain

Confusing any ounce of sanity that used to be naturally present

Distortions of visual images

Distortions of sound vibrations in the air

oh, hell!

If there’s such a thing as hell

it needs to be this

A deception of the real world

A blockage to function

Unnecessary triggers and gradual increase in amplitude

Weakness in the reality;

Rightness in the wrong;

Believing in the non-existent; believing in the lies.

Deception is hell.

A form of psychedelia.

Be vigilant.

Fight against all odds.

Believe.

Anjuna