Science of Shame

It’s shame we seek to understand

But we’re too ashamed

Of societal reprimand

So we go on forward

Ignoring it until it burns a hole

Forgetting that shame

Is a chemical

And can become lethal

When mixed with the heat

Of ego

Until it explodes

And harms others more

Than it harmed you



Here I am

Standing in my vulnerability

Accepting that I am not

who I am

Meant to be

I have these scars

Because I was scared

And have a soft heart

My skin is thin

And body is frail

I accept my vulnerability

But who will accept me

At this point

I don’t care

Wishful thinking

Why do we keep dreaming knowing it’ll never be

No expectations yet holding these wishes to a higher degree

Walking around with thoughts whirling round and round turning the world upside down

From limitless skies and otherworldly realms to dark dreary days serving as the graveyard of fun, folly, and plays

Like life and death itself

The end of a wishful thought is a death where the steady stream of hope and happiness comes to a sudden stop

And suddenly,  the heart feels old and fattened

Like it’s been overfed with scrumptious fats but no energy nor real benefit comes

Except that its joy was only as long as it lasted, and suddenly it left like a parasite,

Leaving the body like burdened baggage.

Are these dreams ravenous parasites?

Sirens of the imagination, mystifying you until you catch your breath

And fall back onto your feet

With reality speeding past you with a steady momentum

Is this when thoughts become things, and reveal their true nature?

That indeed, you’re not worthy of such imageries, rather let it be enough that you can even witness a mirage

New year

Let the sadness pass
Allow His light to enlighten
Don’t resent the present
Cultivate what your hands
were meant to create
So that remorse can be forgotten
And a new course can be trodden
For a wholesome future
Ever smitten with hope and treasure