Transparent

All that does not make sense,
Not any more now that I know,
All that hours of prattle,
In the most insane parties,
Pretending like I care for all,
Showing love to people,
Who least deserve it.

Why this mask?
Why so much strain?
I kept asking myself.
The answer was evident,
But too rigid to pack,
Within this small pate of mine,
Brain knew what the heart dreaded.

We are all scared of being alone.
If there is no one for me to love
The world ceases to exists.
Even worse if a love is lost,
For the love transforms,
Into this one kind of an fetish phantom.
The kind which acts as a horrid gate keeper.

I came to know love more divine,
This love so pure so unerring,
More ambrosial than the love of God.
Mother may love thee,
But it is divided and ephemeral,
Then what adulation is pristine?
The love for self.


For years we have been taught to love others,
We have even imbibed the love for entity,
But we have forgotten the immutable.
As long as my soul is alive my body serves it.
Then why not adore the myself.
Who can love you better than yourself?
For one who dislikes thyself abhors others.


Thinking about it liberates me.
I need not act like I care.
I need not go to places which I dread.
I can follow my soul and feed it.
No more pleasantries.
For I am born to please myself,
But no at the cost of others.


This gospel transformed me.
Calmed the tides with in me.
I derive joy form within.
Help me forget the past,
And Break free from the strings,
I am becoming transparent!
Totally see through...