Grave Digger

Pray for only one thing for me,
That I may never get distracted.
I know that's humanly impossible.
But I desperately need it,
Lest I lose everything I am working hard for.
God helps those who help themselves.
But I am not helping myself enough.
I keep falling into a pit.
A road strewn with these pits,
That I myself have dug while laying the tar.
Tirelessly I burnt the stones,
Each time perilously close to the burning flames.
Yet despite knowing where the pits lie,
The mask of this worldly filth has covered them so well,
That I invariably fall into these pits that are nigh.

[Thank you to Janice for letting me vent this out and to Saurin for the inspiration.]

My soulfully connected friend Saurin Desai's new eBook. I have read a few of them & they are brilliant!
I myself bought one. @INR60/-, remember if you buy this, you are buying more time for a Creative person to be able to do more of what he/she wants.

God bless.

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Quotable quotes again

Life is creativity and creating is life. So Keep at it. Its the surefire way to live happily with all of its trials.

Demonic Secret Addictions

Sometimes I disgust myself. By the things I do and say. Yet I will always find myself returning to an unlikely home. A home that evil has setup in my soul. A place with a translucidus roof of glass and perched atop a quiescent brother of Vesuvius. Only the creature comforts within this place are so comprehensive and so meticulously laced that I end up making it fit to live in. If God is in the details then Lucifer is in the fine print.

Now this roof has a retractable opening. Often after a bout of ill doings, I let the daily ray of hope make its next move. The intense heat of the bed I retire to every night finally wakes me up after half a dozen hours of “comfort.” Scampering around for plausible material, I bang into shape a rudimentary ladder. Hope climbs up with every new rung. As I slide open yet another chapter and faithfully leap into the air,once again, my eyes brighten up.

I step out onto the roof, soak in the brightness and drink up the fresh air. But the immediacy of the bliss-to-be gets me a high that is hard to shake off. I fall asleep thinking about it wishfully. Who would have thought that one could get addicted to such castles in the air too! Tossing and turning in my slumber, I roll onto the sliding section and my weight further cracks this very thin & over abused pane.

Strange silhouettes in search of their own purposes in life stop by to help. Grey & shadowy sentient beings. Sometimes in the past I’d accept. Countless attempts later, I have learnt a myriad ways that do not work. This time, do I accept advice or pay an unintentional deaf ear? Ego? Maybe. Stubborn, hell no! Because I want to be better than I was in the day that went by. Only it’s too late for this day. But then is there ever a time to be truly ready?

So I accept and make my journey down, (yes, the solution is actually easier than you think and not always a hard climb up the Everest) towards the barren land of dried magma. With sights on the horizon, I burn the proverbial oil until it runs out. I fall asleep again in my patience for the next inspirational tank of motivating fuel. Only to find in the morning that it was all an unfulfilled dream and that I woke up much before I reached the next destination. Like an intrusive alarm clock that so unnaturally disrupts our body’s cycle in the name of waking us up.

Now that I’m vaguely awake, what do I see around? The same poorly masked comforts and ouch! Why is the floor so piping hot? NO! This can’t be. Not again!

One is not always capable of getting off an addiction. Go ask the countless broken hearted lovers out there. An addiction needn’t just be another human, a bad vice or an unhealthy habit. Alcohol, Cigarettes, Porn, Sex, Drugs, Wrong Job. Its overrated I feel. I can’t always stave off the unhealthy. I’d be nothing more than an overworked machine then. And we all know how that ends up!

Rights, wrongs, it’s all my own cooked up set of rules. If there is a wrong for me, I gradually get off of it. But sometimes one needs to line the outer layer of the roof with pins. They shall get heated with the fumes from the volcano of secrets that some of us cover with that vulnerable roof. And so be it! As my demons are for me to fight and a chosen few to talk to about.

Like the DNA of an extra embryo giving rise to a twin during in-vitro fertilization. A twin that never went past the first mitosis. Lying dormant like a doppelganger and exhibiting itself every now and then. (Give thanks to the creators of HOUSE MD for that.) All I need to do is get addicted to my own DNA. Now would that be healthy? Yes, because more of me is better than more of my evil twin.

Or just do like my mother says, “Too much of anything is unhealthy.” Damn! I should have said that to begin with!