Passion…unbridled

Orange hues of the winter sun

Percolating through the blinds open

Reminding me of the night before

When my deepest desires did I explore

Waking up with an enigmatic smile

Oblivious of the world for a while

With days bathed in love, nights in passion

Dreaming of spending my life in this fashion

**

Those halcyon days have since then

Vanished without a trace from my horizon

Honeymoon phases do not last long

Time tends to feeble desires strong

The rays of the wintersun now remind

Me of morning madness to be on time

Passion, romance are concepts elusive

The monotony of daily life is not conducive

To spending nights drenched in passion

And wake up feeling unrestrained elation

Once in a while I long for those days-

Of losing myself in a dreamy haze

**

Knowing the experience will never quite be

A treat to the senses like it used to be

That passion I now try to recreate

In my writing so that I can satiate 

A longing to preserve the past as it had been

And be more enthusiastic for the future unseen

Writing liberates me and lets me be

From all constraints of age and time, free!

**

May I go ahead and audaciously suggest

To try writing instead of seeking a therapist

When mid-life crisis looms large over you

Penning down your thoughts may carry you through!

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind it doesn’t matter.- Mark Twain

Into the mirror when I peer

Devoid of the contoured veneer

Of flawless foundation on my face

I am reminded of my time and place

In this world, and I quickly realize

That though I might hide and minimize

The ravages of aging, I cannot ignore

Greying hair and wrinkles, each day some more

Extra pounds make their presence felt

As stubborn cellulite creeps in with stealth.

**

As my physical attributes proclaim

A gradual decline is part of the game

On the other hand growing older has brought

Its own rewards of which I had never thought

Such as gifting me the  most prized accessory- 

Confidence, which has replaced my gaucherie

With age I see my  insecurities dwindle

I feel free, and my passions are rekindled

To disregard others’ opinions is much easier

I follow my heart, in a manner much breezier

Preconceived notions of others, forced on me

I can now disregard, I think, quite freely

More attuned to my definite mortality

I pay attention, not to quantity but quality

Thus though my body more feeble be

I stand on firmer ground undoubtedly!

All things bright and beautiful

Whose value has been overestimated

All things wise and wonderful

That have always been overrated

The cynic in me set out to identify

Each one of these, one by one

Then try to figure out logically why

They acquired that weightage under the sun..

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Money is probably at the top of my list

It can buy happiness, maybe it’s true

That happiness is like holding sand in your fist

As money multiplies, less happiness you accrue.

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Being successful, another one I think

Because success cannot be defined

Material success can fade in a blink

Being successful is more a state of the mind..

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Hard work is up there, I humbly opine-

It loosely translates into leaving the office late

Neglecting your home and family are fine

As long as you don’t have an available date..

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Standing out in a crowd is overrated

When merging with the crowd is natural

You can stand alone with your ego inflated

Loneliness you may find as damage collateral.

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I can fill sheets and sheets with my rant

Almost everything nowadays is overrated

If the Almighty could one wish for me grant

I’ d like to ignore them and feel satiated.