selective optimism

Selective optimism
How I wish optimism was given a fair chance.
Well! Blame it on we getting used to the deadly pessimism.
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How I wish people actually walked their talk.
Well! Blame it on their talk being unwalkable.
How I wish we were not robotic in our existence.
Well! Blame it on the punctual pause wherein we time our breaths too.
How I wish we were not shackled by our schedules.
Well! Blame it on our need to confirm.
How I wish we would devour our transition for just a moment more.
Well! Blame it on it being an empty, lonely spot.
How I wish we could take solace in our quilt.
Well! Blame it on our overwhelming emotion of guilt.
How I wish our hunger was satiated by synonyms.
Well! Blame it on the glorified attraction of antonyms.
How I wish we were not emotional parasites.
Well! Blame it on we finding our solitary rendevouz restless.
How I wish we dont massacre our privilege to follow our heart.
Well! Blame it on the rationalization of our mind.
How I wish we would get lured by the eternal dance.
Well! Blame it on the serendipitous encounters of our life.
How I wish we were not selective in our optimism.
Well! Blame it on the obvious omnipresence of pessimism.
By Purvi K

Orgy of emotions

Are we apprehensive about parading our emotions in order to create a perfect facade?

Are we engulfed with different emotions so much that we can no longer identify our raw self?

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Do we spend half of our life creating a masquerade and other half unclothing it to reach the innermost depth of our soul?
Internal conflicts of our mind and heart.
Which act to be showcased?
Which feeling needs to be hidden?
The eternal parody of our emotions
Each emotion fighting amongst each other to be on the exterior layer of our veneer.
Happiness getting attacked by sadness
Contentment threathened by jealousy
Peace constantly being challenged by insecurity
Manipulation trying to win over innocence
Hatred overthrowing love
Lust seducing our desires
Ego snatching pride from self worth
Lets end this catwalking of the parody of our emotions and be connected with our raw, naked soul for once...
By Purvi. K

Sole of my Soul

Finding its way through the puzzle called life.
Running naked on the barren field
Carrying the burden of our emotional baggage......
Has it lost its sheen?
How tired must be the sole of our soul?

The guilty indulgences of our hearts
The constant aggressive outburst of our brain
Taking a breather only in our transitory spot
In an otherwise active run of life
How fatigued must be the sole of our soul?
Always needing to choose between black and white
Shamelessly getting tempted to go for grey
Taking big, strident steps
With no steady risers
Finding no place to rest on landings
Sprinting towards the unattainable...
How tired must be the sole of our soul?
Making merry at all the unforgettable ups
Grieving at all the unforgivable downs
Trying to overcome fears
Fighting the nasty insecurities
Searching for that eternal calm,
Rampaging through outer chaos
To finally settle for a quiet, serene inner peace...
How fatigued must be the sole of our soul?
By Purvi. K