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Articles: Poetry | Expectations – Pleasure And Pain
- Mr. Kris Nanduri
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Misery and beyond, shall oft lie a pain
In the guise so oft, of a serene rain,
We shall be gleed, of bestowed deeds,
We long for, aeons past, aeons to come.
No one walks on earth, who ne’er dives
Into ’ts allure, though not all, ’t thrives.
No one shall of course breathe, to see those,
Whose heart ne’er gets so quickened.
Expectations, and they are only beauteous,
By all means, fair and foul, are gracious.
For they unleash naught, but our own wish,
Unfolded as we wish to mould, or to see.
No maroons shall we see, nor any grim,
All beauteously stacked joys to brim.
We can lay our heavens brick and brick,
And employ our own angels to booze.
Gods, watching so close, must be angry,
Wrath and fury spilled onto our tales fairy,
To remind us their air and their rule,
Keeping us humans only, whipped and cursed.
He who embraces ’t to heart, shall die,
In the worlds afar pestilence, and blisses lie.
Though alive, but in pursuit of elusive ownership,
And shall be vexed to the eventual death.
All we expect, and if all comes good,
One shall turn, no moral be stood,
By oneself a god, an unfair being,
Who sees no law, no moral be observed.
Ages and ages are gone, just in a wink,
But human instinct still staying to blink,
We expect, we suffer, we’re still happy.
Perhaps these are pleasure, pain, these go on…
Life is all about expectations and eventual truth. We are just treading on the thin line separating these. On either side if fallen, we shall suffer. But we will still be happy then. Because we are just habituated to these pleasure and pain.
Kris Nanduri
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