Passion…unbridled

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
– William Shakespeare

Carrying a weight constantly

Of guilt that I felt incessantly

On falling short of expectations

Efforts thwarted by frustrations

Never was able to be good enough

The path to success seemed to be rough

I chided myself to work harder still

But the monster of guilt I could not kill

Like shackles on my feet, guilt slowed me

Trapping me inside my own misery.

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It took forever for me to realize

That most of my guilt was not justified

A useless expensive emotion it was

Throwing me into depression’s jaws

More introspection, and I found out

That I could erase all guilt and doubt

Just by believing in myself and my actions

And turning a deaf ear to others’ reactions

What a sense of liberation came to me

When I finally became guilt-free.

I searched my soul for replies

Related to my lukewarm ties

To the people all around me

I could not bond completely

With them like they did with each other

I felt relationships were like a tether

That would root me down to the ground

When I just wanted to fly all around

Like a fish out of water I felt constantly

Whenever I was in company-

I thought it was strange to feel awkward

These feelings of mine were quite absurd..

My soul then whispered, in a voice so low

You like solitude, alone you can go

To places that you are destined to find

Places that need a solitary, focused mind

So preference for solitude, my friend, it’s true

Is just the right frame of mind for you.

So reassured, I  went on my way

With my company to guide me the whole day. 

Every morning I decide

To take life in my stride

To feel beautiful inside out

To erase traces of self-doubt

Stand up straight, head held high

I know my limit is the sky

My standards continue to rise

No one can make me compromise

I shall be honest and sincere

You shall not see me shed a tear

With confidence the world I face

I know I occupy a unique place

In the universe, carved out for me

Where I am the mistress of my destiny!

Life may give people a second chance

But there is something that broken once

Can never regain its form original

Even when the damage seems minimal

Ah! The slippery slope of trust

Precarious it is, remember you must

Takes years to build, forever to earn

But can be destroyed with just one wrong turn

Fragile like glass, it can shatter

Into infinite pieces of microscopic matter

That even when somehow glued together

Harbor the cracks within them for ever

Of course you need the right measure

Of trust, so you can cherish life’s treasure

You trust too much, you may be deceived

You trust too little, and never find relief

Trust has a higher position than love

Relationships prosper on trust more than love

Trust with care, but do not be naive

Being able to trust is liberating, you will feel alive!

Liberated I was the day

I realized, traveling down life’s highway

That I was the sole creator

Of my destiny, for worse or for better

To color my life’s blank canvas

In brilliant shades of happiness

With positive words life’s book fill

Uplifting ideas in my mind drill

Choose to face all daunting issues

With a smile that can decimate the blues

Love with abandon, like no tomorrow

Communicate with my soul, and drown all sorrow

Create the environment my soul needs

Find the elixir on which it feeds. 

Languid limbs stretched out 

Splayed carelessly on the couch

Bones feel sore, painful, weary

Eyes unfocused, vision blurry

Widening yawns, hard to suppress

Benumbed mind, words hard to express

Fighting sleep in feeble attempts

To make exhausted nerves relent

And play along for hours, few more

Until sleep finally shuts mind’s door

This is how my evenings unfold

With fatigue keeping on me a strong hold.