By your side

By your side,

I want to return, 

no matter the distance, 

the twists and turns,

stop me from coming. 

For, you are my home,

a place, I always yearn,

when heart feels lonely,

or down with gloom,

I longed for your presence. 

By your side,

I want to remain,

navigating through life,

weathering the storms,

for those moments of inclusions. 

For, the time spent together,

were my precious treasures,

each memory, like diamonds, 

interwoven into a necklace,

to be worn, or kept as souvenirs. 

By your side,

It would be enough, 

no desire or expectations, 

distracting from my devotion,

for, soul finds liberation!

Food adulteration

We are living in a time,

where people have corrupted mind,

of mixing, polluting, and lying, 

giving us contaminated diet,

for profit maximization. 

Not persons, but institutional decay,

systematically broken into pieces,

from manufacturing to consumers,

they are all being involved, 

into creating this sorry state. 

The policymakers are indifferent,

implementation in the hands of incompetents,

rules and regulations were inconsistent,

leading to significant compromises, 

in safety, qualities, and nutritional value. 

While common people bear the brunt,

children, adults, young and old,

facing acute health illnesses, 

which later causes chronic diseases,

sometimes fatal, due to prolonged exposures. 

No wonder, there are increasing incidences, 

of diabetes, cancer, hormone imbalance,

while many faces nutritional deficiencies,

even after following healthier lifestyles,

when food are substandard or adulterated. 

Food adulteration... 

We need to find inherent reasons,

that had influenced wrong practices, 

finding alternatives, enforcing compliances,

and creating better environments,

supporting honest businesses. 

We can't control

We can't control,

how fortune roles,

sometimes in favor,

other times, troubles. 

And, we make concessions,

to keep moving, changing stations, 

with adjustments, or enhancements,

and achieve, better positions. 

We can't control,

the drive to our goals,

still choose path, set directions, 

and let the journey unfolds. 

It may take some time, 

facing challenges of our lives,

many falters, lose in the course,

but few persist, with determination. 

We can't control,

how people, cast in molds,

with different perspectives, 

sharing warmth, or acting cold. 

Still, we try to embrace, 

allowing them into heart's space,

without imposition, making sacrifices,

but deeper connection, under divine grace!

Mass hysteria

A social phenomenon, 

that involves the masses, 

triggers are nonspecific, 

and causes are varied,

yet, leaves lasting effects. 

Mass hysteria... 

A psychogenic illness,

which we have witnessed,

events in some communities 

or prevalent in certain ages. 

From shared beliefs among groups,

of exposures, to dangerous substances,

while being susceptible to anxiety, 

rumors, leading to spread of illnesses. 

For, they were prone to suggestions, 

social platforms, enhancing effects,

when they have negative experiences,

affecting physically and mentally state. 

Some may resort to self harm,

become violent, from fear & suspicions, 

such actions having long-term impact,

causes personal & societal disruptions. 

Slow living

It comes easier to me,

but many realize later stages,

when energy is exhausted, 

sharing it in various events. 

Slow living... 

In this hyperactive world,

some gracefully step back,

giving space to our mind,

to pause, wander, simply relax. 

Not being idle, or unproductive, 

but conscious act, being receptive,

of body’s signs, needing attentions, 

mindful of investing, precious moments. 

For some, it's a lifestyle change,

due to burnouts, or disappointments, 

but true experiences, come from joy,

immersing in warmth of peaceful day. 

Slow living... 

Regardless of what others say,

it's not an escape, from stress,

hustling culture, demands conformity, 

sacrificing ourselves, for shallow vanity. 

So now, people have realized...

And JOMO, replacing FOMO. 

JOMO (Joy of missing out)

FOMO (Fear of missing out)

Shifting blames

With conviction, making the claims,

forming narratives, in narrow frames,

emotions surge, feeling the shame,

we find excuses, to have it tamed,

using scapegoats, for shifting blame. 

It might not be a conscious drive,

where actions have impulsive side,

forming a rationale, in our minds,

of condemning, or have it implied, 

through sarcasms or criticisms. 

For, we feel cheated, being victimized, 

conveying displeasure, protecting pride,

establishing positions, as opinions collide,

for conveying, our feelings inside,

and acceptance, things we decide. 

Shifting blames... 

Common tactics that we employ,

when discussions going nowhere, 

strongly emphasizing our points,

while being deaf to other's voices, 

letting the issues thrive...

Without forming a consensus!!

On the right side

In our story,

there's nothing wrong,

each of the decisions arrives,

with a lot of convictions,

when differences arise,

we enforce opinions, 

for, in our perceptions...

We are, on the side of right. 

Each argument in conversations, 

requires clarity, with explanations,

or emotions overwhelms reasons,

to create contradictory interpretations,

leading to clashes, limited or violent, 

where power decides the narratives, 

identifying sides of good or evil...

In our story. 

And, we see them unfold, 

through centuries, as civilizations molds,

as leaders, ideologies, taking hold,

on the hearts, following discourse, 

with blind faith, committing atrocities, 

to societies, environments, nationalities, 

with satisfaction, glorifying such actions...

And being proud, on the right sides.

Hundred of worries harassing mind

Hundred of worries harassing mind,

Of disappointments, making us blind,

From relations, professions, emotions,

There are problems, we could find,

And we respond deeply. 

These troubles are not welcomed, 

sneaking inside through distractions, 

we fight, endure, eventually surrender, 

making choices, out of desperations, 

something, we might regret later. 

Hundred of worries harassing mind,

we seek support, of someone kind,

acting as refuge, providing solace,

letting us reflect, tackle the issues, 

with preparations and clarity. 

Yet, circumstances create situations, 

we were alone, weathering the storms,

in the seas, sailing through turbulence, 

getting lost, sinking into the darkness, 

losing sight of our desired future. 

Hundred of worries harassing mind,

but one day, we might face the plight,

encountering tragedies, or conditions, 

through misfortunes or consequences, 

of our own mistakes or actions. 

In the depth of despair,

body demands rest, & repair,

nothing would matter anymore,

not the money, fame, or relations,

just recovery, in harmony with body. 

What if, there's no return?

When we snap

When disturbed, in our work,

being interrupted, dimming the spark, 

losing focus and making mistake,

something snaps, in our brain,

And we react sharply... 

The thresholds does vary,

from mental conditions, 

with underlying worries,

and established rapport,

make us endure, not sorry. 

For, we have boundaries, 

there are limited entries, 

those unwanted invasions,

into our personal journey,

are responded firmly. 

Yet, it's sign of immaturity, 

a sense of entitlement within,

when we ignore the responsibilities,

and preserve individual choices, 

letting others bear the burden. 

So, be mindful of your reactions,

find ways for cordial expressions, 

conveying disinterest, or concerns,

without irritations or annoyance, 

growing up with each interaction. 

Unmet needs...

Growing up, in our upbringings, 

there are conditions, shaping personality,

which were above education and peers,

something mundane, but essential, 

steering us to certain directions. 

Unmet needs... 

Not in extremes, but in fractions,

little by little, heap up in layers,

imprinted in subconscious mind, 

changing behaviors with time,

getting anchored, as fundamentals. 

Somewhere aspirations were suppressed, 

others don't receive affections of parents,

being ignored, criticized or abused,

forming unconventional view of world,

affecting opinions and relationships. 

Not many have the patience or zeal,

able to identify, understand and feel,

when they show signs, certain traits,

which were different, from natural state,

indicating some deeper conditioning. 

Unmet needs... 

They are adaptations, for their survival,

against unfair treatment, or environmental, 

wounds that were neglected for long,

when properly addressed, with guidance, 

they learn healthier ways...

Beyond coping mechanisms!

Cooking and forests

Have we ever wondered, 

how our cooking procedures, 

have impacted surroundings, 

putting pressure on forests, 

on trees and wildlifes?

It was a common practice,

people collected fuel wood,

causing death by thousand cuts,

becoming driver of forest degradation. 

As the population grew,

diversity drop, jungles thin out,

when rate of removal exceeded, 

sustainable yield of forest. (ability to regrow)

With advent of LPG,

promoted with government schemes, 

we developed environmental shields,

allowing forests to regenerate covers.

Yet, present global crisis,

bringing back old strategies, 

rural areas reverting to methods, 

of using stoves with firewood.

So, how can we mitigate the risks,

when other systems are unavailable, 

as induction cookers don't function, 

and coal can be temporary buffer...

Are we heading for another wave,

Of deforestation?

 

Dancing to the tune

Dancing to the tune,

a cycle of fortunes & misfortunes, 

being indebted for the directions, 

while rue the missed chances,

as if snatched away from hold. 

This journey, like riding elevator, 

climbing toward the rooftop, 

where fates act as pulley & levers,

lifting me steadily, to my goals. 

And, it's had grand spectacles,

breathtaking beauty, capturing attentions, 

still being anxious, enduring inner turmoils,

when the buttons, were malfunctioning. 

My heart awaits, in the anticipation, 

to reach my floor, for the sensations, 

getting the dues, with the preparations, 

but there are setbacks, causing separation. 

Dancing to the tunes,

my dreams, buried in sand dunes,

while gaze fixed, at distant oasis,

being a mirage, which disappears...

When I try to get closer!

It's about control

It's about control, 

that you desired,

not building relationship,

that we required... 

You have conditions, 

already set in your mind,

disregarding other's situations, 

to enrich your life. 

It's about control,

enforcing your rights,

while avoiding responsibility, 

by fabricating lies. 

Self-centered, you are blind,

of the concerns, their plights, 

where perceived struggles,

makes your actions justified. 

It's about control,

becoming your primal drive,

using various manipulations,

to subdue your type. 

And then wondered,

Why didn't it lasted...