Painful Pleasure

Painful pleasure.

This is how I, a self-professed gourmet, describe my hobby.

A scrumptious treat for the eyes only.

Dependence ~ A poem

D ~ Daily tasks
E ~ Emotional shadow overcast
P ~ Pathetically padlocked
E ~ Entwined
N ~ Needlessly and ceaselessly
D ~ Dangling on a stronger human rock.
E ~ Eternally
N ~ Never makes decisions
C ~ Crumbles under burdens
E ~ Empty and lost.

Dependence. A word that signifies living a life without the will or capability to function as a solo act. Helplessness empowers the weak. By putting on an act of distress, normal chores and difficult situations are ironed out by those who love and care for them. The act gradually becomes a habit. And the habit is known as dependence.

Pondering on Perfection

Perfection
Comes encased
In an illusion
Hiding the decays
And the facets
Of imperfection.

Like a mirror
With two faces
The good glitters
And the bad
Lurks and reflects
In dark recesses.

A banal farce
Of human nature
The affectations
Used to bolster
The image
For the greater.

Celebrating 'Us'

We had a small celebration today. It is not a special day. Nobody's birthday, nobody's anniversary. We just celebrated. In short, you could say we celebrated 'being us'.

Children love themselves with a pure, unadulterated love, wholly unmarred by fake modesty or the fear of offending their peers. They live only for themselves.

Teenagers, with their innocent self-importance, put themselves before others, but are often criticized as having an attitude problem.

As we go through life, our 'I love myself' motto gradually diminishes. We start to put the needs of others before us, often at the expense of ourselves. As the pressure of not being able to cater to all and sundry grows, the feeling of inadequateness creeps in. We begin to look upon ourselves as hopeless beings. Our true feelings are suppressed while we work even harder to 'do our best' for others. The perilious journey into the world of doormats thus begins. Our identities, once treasured, slip away without our knowledge. Our self-assertion, self-confidence and self-love flounders with uncertainty.

At times, we need to remind ourselves that we do not need to please everybody. No one has the right to call us self-indulgent if we pamper ourselves once in a while. We are individuals, and we function as our own person. Nobody can treat us as doormats unless we give them the license to do so.

And so, with a cake that says 'Here's to us, cheers', and lots of jests and happy laughter, we celebrated 'us'.

Three Words

One wrong move. Just three words. Uttered with resignation and frustration. Often tinged with the futility of regret.

To be followed by three more words.

I should have........
I should have been wiser. I should have seen it coming. I should have known. I should have thought about it.

Usually linked to three fatal words.

It's too late.......
Too late to love. Too late to recoup losses. Too late to reconcile. Too late to undo.

Just three words, entrapping people by sucking them into a dark vortex known as depression.

Light

When things do not go our way,
When we are tossed
By winds that lead our hopes astray
Remember....
Light is never far away.

Lost

I am lost
Amid an ocean of faces
Where my vision
Becomes hazy glimpses.
Familiar shapes and colours
Mixed in a blender
Oddly distorted
Blown up and bloated.
Every step looks ominous
And the paths
that used to be harmless
Is now fraught
With challenges.

I move slowly
Tread purposefully
With a squint
Of concentration.
My world
So bright and cheery
Has suddenly turned
Uncertain and blurry.
Amid helpful suggestions
Chortles and giggles
I finally admit
Life cannot be grappled
Without my spectacles!