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A Good Sense Of Humor Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality
When the starless nights are bleakly opaque,
and the sunless days desolately misty,
to steer the astray life across an ambiguity maze
within the miasma of misery is not easy.
As life searches for the escape route in earnestness,
the whisper of humor dispels ludicrous haze from gloomy recess.
Time flounders in the cauldron of harsh reality,
storm of strife surges with shredding force of discord,
blowing away the shards of the mangled mind.
The splinters fall morphing into drops of tear abhorred.
In those moments of slashing friction
a shared laughter is the lubricant that eases the abrasion.
In the quicksand of expectation hollow inside,
remorseless dangers of desolation lurk.
As the demolished desires subtly subside,
failure makes the life’s tortuous pathway dark.
A flash of humor lights up the gloom of loneliness arcane,
fosters the human spirit in life’s absurdity domain.
Life with tentative future in tormenting times,
writhes in the crushing clutch of stifling suffering.
The bearing of being breaks and bleeds in pining pain,
finds no solacing arms to dedicatedly grasp recovering.
Humor does not refute the pangs of pain sowed,
its relieving support reduces the emotional load.
Unfulfilled wishes damage the dormant essence,
futile promises smother the rays of fading hope.
Shrapnel of words lacerate the lattice of the mind,
actuality turns life into epitome of animosity to cope.
A good sense of humor blunts the sharp blades of reality.
It doesn’t just render life endurable, it makes it a beautiful entity.
Copyright ©
Subimal Sinha-Roy
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