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The Evaluations


The evaluations are intriguing
The poetic appraisal at times are killing
The poem is dissected and torn
the beauty is robbed
the idea is mulled
and the poem loses is identity.

The same goes with the physic as well
The small changes are shown big
the big ones create a scare
the physician pose themselves great
the apprehension creates panic
and the body turns weak.

The evaluation is to be taken
not to accurate form
limited to certain level
it is a factor that guides
it is not the end
as evaluation there are many options
that couls be considered.

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Setbacks


A genial person by nature, and-one who takes life as it comes,as of now  I find a  marginal difference in myself.I get upset for no reason, get fidgety for nothing and yell at everyone for unknown trivia. Am I succumbing to mental fatigue? Am I   a prey to physical discomfiture?Am I getting into any unforeseen entanglements? I know not .Today,  I am a bundle of contradictions . I am a ball of emotions. I am a a strain of my original self.

I was a daring  , solid individual. I used to put up a brave face at oddities. I faced every demeaning context with stoicism . I tread the path , which according to my conscience worked perfectly. To me , my parents, my in laws, were another set of humans, full of flaws and foibles, prejudice and conceit, partial and wreckless. I did not bother about their irrational expressions . I moved on with my  determined schedule.

I was put to unnerving hardships, placed in  uncermonious  destinations, kept in unethical financial pressure and treated with uncanny wickedness. I overcame all these treatise by paying slight attention. I brushed aside  these morbidities with fearless detemination , but at the same time wiped  my moist eyes.My mind took control of my heart,and saw to it that  at no cost , I gave way to feelings and outbursts. I proceeded in my  path undeterred and undaunted.

I take a deep breath. My overwrought mind is in a terrible mess. My heart is heavy with compressed  distress. My physic is dwindling in its efficiency.

 This deficiency is the outcome of depression and desperation, deceit and derision , wretched  infidelity and incorrigible mistrust, blind faith and maddening mockery. As my external is losing its active performance, the internal  also gradually deteriorates in its presumption. The smitten body renders the mildly disturbed mind to a break point. Thus delivering a system easily susceptible to break downs, to defatigable dispositions, and vincible circumstances.

The radiance in me is getting dimmed. The  refreshing spirit is set to wither. The ebullience  is fading. The invigorating humour is lost. The setback is contagious . It is pushing me to irrelevance.