The Forgotten word leaves in despair,
Strands astray everywhere,
A scene very familiar to the eye,
Initiated by sorts of broken promises or lies.
Ironically, probity isn't desired,
Despite the belligerent "normalities”,
Yet, here we are in a fix,
Fearing the synchronic ticks.
Do we realize the peace within?
Understand life and its own sins?
Ruminate on our every action?
Brood all their reactions?
Aspiration of peace is a start,
It shouldn't remain just a delicious tart,
Faulty on account of meandering thought,
Where paths of confrontation, are increasingly sought.
Thoughts need a change, for some good
Permanent Ataraxis might be a boon,
Figuring out an alacritous approach,
Releasing all the freedom encroached.
A paradigm world is not far-fetched,
A picayune of effort to remove all wretched
A worldly life, green and calm,
Is, after all , a nibble of the soul's alms.
-Nivedita Vathsangam.
