Much addicted to sweets, how to abstain !
Strong taste buds for sweet, rest buds are thinner.
Sweets are most favorite, I can’t refrain.
Compulsory in breakfast, lunch, dinner.
All attempts to avoid sweet went in vain.
My stomach holds little capacity.
Demons of greed for sweet could not be slain.
Less staple food, sweets being priority.
In feast, less sweet items offered woes me.
My tongue is destined to taste sweet
Desserts and Beverage bring me spree.
Rest taste buds are unable to compete.
Due to stress developed sugar problem
Taking sweets and medicine : Whom to blame ?
This world is not a prison
Not a punishment sentence
To a population of slaves
It may seem compulsory
Or somehow coercive
But you can always say no
And get on with the play
Then the world opens up
As the Universe yields
And everyone dances
In the fields of the Lord
It’s not required you know
To live life to the fullest
You can always just hide
Or throw it away
Or simply engage
As it yields in expansion
Beyond any need to control
As it takes you away
Life after all
Has invited us now
To join in the dance
In a voluntary way
(8/21/26)
The greatest disappointment from broken promises in life I have endured
were the promises I often made to me
Smoking just one example for several years I vowed to refrain
regular three month stints of abstinence once eighteen months
FINALLY! At age of twenty six from this nicotine addiction I had broken free
From thereon, gained strength and now have have conviction
any vow to myself I could confidently keep
I had gained self love and self respect
searched within my soul whilst delving deep
I cannot a recall a broken promise
from any family or friend
Business deals yes. Most promises broken political pre-election
once elected that's where these empty promises all end
For this reason I have abstained from voting
which is compulsory in this country where I dwell
Never had much faith in government oppressors
or the propaganda messages they sell
Have I always kept a promise to all I've come to know?
Probably not. Too many years of living I am unable to recall
I now have conviction arising from self love
to assist others in need, follow through give my very all
If I could, I would travel around the
world to gain experience and learn,
If I could, I would watch an ocean’s swirl at the break of dawn.
If I could, I would wave a magic
wand to purify the air,
So that we could breathe without worry or fear.
If I could, I would make chaos and
wars stay buried in the past,
If I could, I would make it compulsory for friendship and tolerance to prevail and last.
But it seems all I can do is pray, pray,
and pray that there are no more rivers of blood and salty tears,
These thoughts I dared myself to
share,
As their weight is painfully heavy for
my gentle soul to bear.
If I could,
I certainly would.
by Zyrool
4/26
I thought the storm is over
I thought freedom was finally free
Yet with time the pictures of our realities are still far from peace
The hunters keep hunting my Soil
They hate me but they love my resources
I thought we live in a civilised era
What happens to a free man
Or is torment compulsory or a wage
Of disobedience
Too long our hero’s are Been suppressed deprived and killed
This are the examples of a true reality
Realities of the third world class
Is sad that this are part of
The things that can never change
Not until we stand
Ten toes.
Temptations for sweets could never be drained.
All attempts to avoid sweets went in vain.
To adore sweets, my tongue is trained.
Demons of greed for sweets coul not be slain.
Sweets are my most favourite, I can't refrain
Compulsory in breakfast, lunch, dinner.
Much addiction on sweets, how to abstain.
Strong taste buds for sweets : Others are thinner.
My stomach holds little capacity.
My tongue is destined to taste sweet.
Less staple food, sweets being priority.
Rest taste buds are unable to compete.
Due to stress developed sugar problem.
Taking sweets with medicine, whom to blame ?
The unknown fate of the caterpillar
Will it be butterfly or moth
Beauty or disgust
The caterpillar doesn't know
While it spins is cocoon
And begins it's compulsory service
Waiting and waiting
To see what it becomes
At last the moment...
My bitterness emerges
To be longed for,
Oh, to be wanted.
To be craved, to be needed,
To be the answer before the question is breathed.
To be compulsory,
To be everything you've ever asked for.
To fill your heart, to be enough.
Loving but never loved,
Giving but never given.
To be the sun, yet chased by the moon,
To be the tide, yet never the shore.
To whisper love into empty echoes,
To pour and pour—till there's nothing more.
To trace your name on fogged-up glass,
Only to watch it disappear too fast.
To reach for hands that slip like shadows,
To speak of love no one can hear .
To be the warmth in a world that stays cold,
To write a love letter no one will hold.
To be a melody hummed but never sung,
To taste forever on someone else’s tongue.
To bloom in the dark, unseen, unsought,
A ghost of a dream, a love forgot.
Philanthropy
Humanistic science, a message of love
Good philosophy, help, and interaction
Great anthroposophy: humans are human
Medicine of soul and mind, friend to divinity
Why not a compulsory subject in the schools?
The element of change is to keep your destiny alive
Life will rearrange itself because you must be kept on track!
Your life needs change bringing on the reality that
Every man and woman will attend the academy of transformation
The anatomy of a season will spring forth new life in your heart and
Darkness will appear as light and night as day!
Sometimes there are things in our lives that are not meant to stay
Sometimes you are protected and you had no idea
The mere fact that change has come to your life
Shows you that your destiny is greater but
The process to get there can be more painful than others!
Sometimes change may not be what you want but
In reality change is constant, change is compulsory!
On this planet, change is the only thing saving your life
In the arena of love, change is a necessity
Sometimes there are things in our lives that are not meant to stay
Because every man and woman will attend the academy of transformation
Copyright 2024
OBLIVION
Ongoing oblivion !
Not remembering when you came close !
Piercing heart pearly passion arose.
That wonderful sensation.
Ongoing oblivion !
Then my young heart was a blooming bud
Colourful youth displaying cards.
Couldn’t take hurried decision.
Ongoing oblivion !
On first meet your glance glowed in glory.
But my response wasn’t compulsory.
Gone for other attraction.
Ongoing oblivion !
Didn't care ! Someone somewhere was waiting.
Yet dormant desires drifted, sweating
as nostalgia not gone.
Ongoing oblivion !
In my last phase I just reminisced :
Your drowsy dreamy eyes mesmerised.
Sudden realisation.
Written: November 07, 2023
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Am I condoning a state of affluence?
In recent desultory decadence
Have I drawn a swan dive of choice?
Don't you hear your mom clamoring?
Don't you grasp her voice?
Backward between and beyond riverstone?
Holler—herald hidden phylum, hunt voice
of failed fulfillments
The hind hock hoof is hermitic.
With any accismus to anthropomorphize beasts
Winter wolf moon wakes up her litter
for sustenance, the man in me would slaughter
the wolf.
Tracks—that permeate darkness
their compulsory murder. Everyone needs
a meal
drifted and whistled from hair to heel,
things outside seem odd, ghostly, surreal.
Amid snow—hooves slowed to soak in
across the waves—why my soul seeped
a sailor has been seen dozing off
whilst the riverside weeps
trust—my footprints feature
fear—cynicism.
CHIMERA
Chimera in the modern world, you’ll find
Is an illusion or fabrication of the mind
In architecture, a beast carved in stone
But if seen, it is best to leave them alone
Or an organism with two different DNAs
With eggs fertilised in two different ways
In contrast to the myths in ancient Greek
Where it’s a scary monster that you seek
With the head of a lion, and a serpent tail
A fire-breathing dragon, and it’s female
Some say that a goat grows on its back
But thought dangerous, as it will attack
It means all that is grotesque or illusory
When a fight to the death is compulsory
The unable to coordinate things,
Harshly left by a faculty with wings:
The clearly heard now have doubtful rings:
Mostly to a lousy idea clings…
For familiar role long awkward delays,
Even if some helper fresh guides relays:
The closest monitoring or he strays,
Head on which Man of God healing hands lays…
One won’t be right to tag him the aimless
But certainly a ship damned rudderless;
His completed actions not meaningless
But sure makes their seekers more helpless…
Candidate facing tough exam questions,
The compulsory stiff also the options,
One who had earned strange marks from the well done,
The betrayed still weighing a need for gun…
God’s devotee sadly having setbacks,
Owner of steely safe another hacks…
Every man at some point turns the confused,
At such moments sleep to be not refused;
When length it secures a psychiatric case
Warranting loud pleas to God for Grace.
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How about a One Pot Kitchen
Minimalist to the Max
First sort out Food
Millet - 5 grains
And a Clay pot
Rotate millets
Every 2 days
Soak and boil
Soak for 8 hrs.
In 5 times water
Leave it overnight
Thereafter COOK it !
first thing in the morning
Slow cook an hour on flame
Toss some greens and veggies
The porridge gets ready as base
With warm soup as the first course
add some crackling spice in Niger oil
Now we need just 1 more vessel ..that ..is ...all
I use a cast Iron ‘ kadahi’ from here on
Flame it hot ..cast iron pot...pour Ghee
Add some chopped onions spices et al.
The cooked millet porridge is tossed in
And voila you can make any no.of dish
And yes. NO compulsory need for Salt.
Now the real fun is ‘time management’
In a 24 hour cycle- Clay Pot is utilized
8 hrs soak 16 hrs to store the cooked
Lunch at 11 dinner by7 that’s 8+16 hr
(A 16 hr gap is suggested in between
2 big meals with light eat in evening)
Yes. Entire day the food stays fresh
+ Slight fermenting is encouraged
some add curd or coconut water
Sprouts ginger garlic turmeric
Boiled eggs potatoes sage
Vinegar Garnish
.
Millets in Clay pot
Experience Zen in kitchen
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