This is Now..

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.