Human life often revolves around four pairs of opposites: pleasure and pain, gain and loss, fame and disgrace, praise and blame. These desires and aversions become the force that pull us through joy and sorrow, lifting us with hope only to sprint against fear.

We chase after pleasure and praise, fearful of the sting of pain or disgrace. But this pursuit traps us in a cycle, never allowing us to rest in the present. Our hearts become tethered to outcomes, fluctuating with the forces of fortune.

True freedom lies not in the escape from these worldly concerns, but in the quiet awareness of their gravitational pull. By observing without attachment, we can step beyond the waves of desire and fear, finding stillness amidst the ever-shifting currents. Peace comes not in controlling the world but in loosening our grip, allowing joy and sorrow to pass like clouds in an endless sky.

Only then can we live with equanimity, untethered from the need to run away.


— Sincerely, Boris

You have outgrown a handful of lovers and a multitude of friends—
separating your solid pains from a liquid of your tears;
But you were caught in the strain, for as you grow and change;
those you’ve known will grow away to be a change of friends

Through every fence we ***** between ourselves, some remain
on the side where you cultivate your life, while others are
relegated to the opposite side, merely spectators from afar

Maturity is a bittersweet taste:
the sweetness of realizing your growth,
akin to savouring a fine wine, - contrasted by the bitterness
of knowing you will part ways with a few friends
Cos as you feel alone; you’re not the only one in this
world to find growth

scrolling or snoring
calls from men and divine i am ignoring
ponder on topics not so boring
trying time, double my dosage
ivory mind, cracked porcelain
back to scrolling then snoring
either wrapped up in work or my blanket
my daydreams like lightening
suddenly flash, reality i cannot grasp
then a voice follows mumbling crass
words, worlds, bridges, roads
open doors then immediately close
it is scary, it is a journey
that my soul has been yearning
discerning 3rd eye glowing

She lived in a haze
Of happy days
Till somehow she lost the sun

Lost in dark mist
Finally she tripped
Little pieces of her fell, one by one

Couldn't explain from the inside
To everyone else on the outside
That something was truly wrong

So she filled the holes
With the stories she told
And ended better than as she had begun