Do not haunt my house With the carcass of ambitions Threatening to steal my peace Filling my languid hours With a disdain that taunts At my simple needs Pushing me to compete Only to hang me by the weight Of unending desires So that it can find a companion: Another human shell, That gave up joy, for all the toil
It will not hurt What you don’t know? Truth wrapped in muslin Pulsates gently Waiting to birth To sound the death knell Of sweet ignorance Blissful innocence As the soul soaks in Lies and tales Appeasing the mind But stealing the heart Of the pure joy of knowing!
Rescue me from The web of cerebration Crushing my innards Clutching my heart Maddening my soul With another bout Of stifling anxiety! Thoughts growing Like tendrils within me Squeezing, squishing Body, spirit, inside out Squirming in my brain Twisted imagination Triggering a volcano Of anguish fear, guilt The demons they win; Primeval joy, lost in the din!
This lush photograph was taken by me in April 2019 during a walk in front of the Hyatt House in Parsippany, New Jersey. It is a reminder of how things have changed in the past one year. The office I was visiting in that locality has closed it’s physical presence.
Had it not been for the pandemic, I could have revisited this beautiful location in April 2020. The plan, the trip, did not materialize as meetings embraced a digital avatar. Looking back, this photograph and the words are a reminder to take that walk, enjoy that beauty, have gratitude for the good things, and most importantly capture the moments.