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Fireflies At Bedtime
In the supine chambers of my mind:
Thoughts of different hues spring up unsought
They crisscross like fireflies in the dark
Dancing virtually 3D all night
Love isn’t always reciprocal
In several cases; many will vouch.
One way traffic, is true in love too.
Romance and marriage being exceptional ties
Are stereotypes and status quo a boredom?
How does one retain self respect and dignity?
Is getting old akin to walking up hill
Does pursuit of virtues lead to spirituality?
The Generation gap is absolute
Senior citizens get branded folks
Age ushers feelings of isolation
Is ‘time to quit’ the next foreboding?
Does seniority start at Sixty?
Or in Seventies, Eighties, Nineties?
What about one hundred and plus?
Is a senior human an asset or a liability?
Spouse alone is synonymous with trust
For guaranteed love and care
For emotional and physical relief
Tending siblings rank the best
Is keeping one to oneself not right?
Prayers offer solutions to a roller coaster
life
Joint family promises solace
Yet freedom in old age makes little sense
Are old friends the choice to confide
the troubling thoughts?
Is it the close acquaintance or
childhood stamp?
Do love, romance, relationship leave
a soft touch?
Are passions just avenues for escape ?
What about the thoughts that bombard?
Gratitude forgotten and guilt unpardonable
Victories cherished and challenges pocketed
Defeats shunned and
despondency sunk
How about happiness on achievements
Missed opportunities weighing heavy
Hopes brimming and despair haunting
Victories inspiring and failures devastating
What about lingering memories of
good and bad?
Causing ripples in the pools of mind
Betrayal, ingratitude and sorrow,
Love, friendship and separation.
The night is always dark and silent
Many times sleep is far and evasive
Yet the eyelids close for rest
When the fireflies stop to fly!
Copyright ©
Mothiram Pushpala
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