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There's not much to do
except take a curse
and make it better
I'll get better
Be a trend setter
and keep my word
to the letter
I keep hurting myself
Forsaking what's sure
in favour of
bad inner chatter
I want to be kind
Swearing or blessing
I'm choosing the latter
My tongue is a rudder
Steers the body
like a ship
I haven't forgotten her
If my words will be pure
then my blessing is sure
In saying what's good
I'm finding a cure
The prey and the relentless hunter
Never become deceived by a relentless hunter!
He will show you various faces
Once you are at the pit
Never think that you would ever escape.
Great joys he reaps when he perceives you
Attempting tirelessly to flee away
Yet the greatest joy of all
When he thwarts you every time you are close to escape.
He would try to give you hope
By various ways:
Unfulfilled promises;
False expressions of encouragement;
Or even giving you signs that there would be soon people close by
To help you going out
Of that horrible predicament.
Yet the most dangerous of all
Is creating unnoticed loopholes
Passways that are discovered by you
To make you renew the hope that you may escape
All of a sudden, whenever you settle down
Or even accepting your fate
And creating of your cage an abode
He executes another relentless game
That would topple all what you have done.
The more you resist
The more he nourishes his ferociousness
How joyful it is for him
Watching you try and fail.

The greatest advice of all
When you fall in a bottomless abyss
Knowing your hunter
And discovering his ways
Never give him the pleasure
Of seeing you try and fail
You should simply quit the whole sick game.
Hold your breath endlessly
To leave the arena void
In which he would trap
Another unwilling prey
A prey who has never relished his presence
Or even tried to approach.
Relentless hunters are everywhere
But the worst of all are those who choose the brave and the successful
To torment
And slowly ****
“Psychologically”
Until the prey decides
To choose life termination
“Consciously”.
T 2d
The season is changing and so am I .....the reason being if I cleanse myself the limit I achieve could be the sky
I am doing  the right thing I know in my heart....I am feeling much better so I am off to a good start
To guide me on my journey I look to the sun
Now I can walk and no longer run
Whole new world
I got lost at bay and dropped my spark
I swore midday
My world turned dark.

Don't know which way my world is headed
Perhaps a doomsday was fated.

I can't see nor can I move
And I stopped having anything to prove.

Frozen at the beach I cried
I now know, my world has died.
If longings were a person,
Would he be sitting on a bench?
Thinking deeply—
A hand on his chin.
Snared by his own thoughts.
Troubled by a haunted reverie of you
Colours in his mind have turned to drought.

Or would it be a guy on a social app.
Adrift in never-ending
scrolling and swipes.
Posting — reposting the images
Of his own unrest.
Is it an act—unwise?

Someone — stale.
Travelling on a metro rail.
Peering out of the window.
Gazing at the moving greenery.
With slight tears in his eyes.
A person secluded—
in this crowded scenery.

Or will it be that guy
Sitting in a coffee shop?
Reading a book
With a daunting smile.
What thoughts would this longing have?
That it made him look up.
And see the world above those pages.
The world available yet unnoticed.
With time passing by.

Or would he be that person
Strumming high musical notes
Or an artist painting
some incomplete strokes.
Imagining and designing
The shapes of longing.

Or may be a scribbler like me.
Sitting on a bench.
Mingling some letters—
Weaving a poem -long.
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