Emotional Siege
My emotions tease me at their will,
Plunder my hapless intellectual world
And declare a bloodless coup d’état.
This undeclared war shocks my core,
Grips me with a freakish fear
And forces me to plunge deep within,
To rein in my inner turmoil.
Ceaseless kisses from my emotions
Fail to hide their deep-rooted delusions
With perennial problems of articulation.
Hidden serpents on a rocky hill
Stare at savage beehives
Eyeing their harvest to pulverize.
Happiness sounded glum,
Too long has it slogged,
With no more illusions to burn
Counts its days in slumber mum.
Tearful was Sadness.
It leaves me woeful and gloomy,
Confused and lethargic.
Disgust, honest in self-decry,
Sneaks hate into my mind.
Fear, my constant companion,
Apologizes for its presence.
Anger, a rapid-fire submarine,
Begs pardon for its volatile firing-line.
These emotions in commotion troop in,
And pass through a numeric scanner.
A sigh of repentance fills the air.
A dire silence with numb insights,
Linked to daily self-assessment,
Gives my emotions a new mission,
To learn through showers of forbearance
And to improve upon past renditions,
With a will to remove
Their emotive larvae, stalk by stalk.
What a boon are walks on grasslands!
To help restore our crops of emotions,
Made for all seasons and commotions.
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Pramod Rastogi
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