When I like what I like…

Character Soliloquy¹ — Social Media

An aging dandelion with white tufts, ready to be blown away, in blurry green background with, blurred leaves.

Image by Shelly Paul

I like what I like and I don’t have to like anything else, 
Dictate the designers of social media.

If I like only what I like and if I don’t have to like anything else,
Then I don’t have to know anything else that I don’t like.

If I don’t have to know anything I don’t like,
Then what does truth or reality matter?

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Comfortable Silence

Where human bonds run so deep,
To have withstood the test of attrition – time and time again;

That discord and harmony could co-exist peacefully,
When substantive conversations dissolve pretense and insecurity,
That neither has the need to coddle the other emotionally,
Where one is at ease with the other as with oneself –

Is when, the uttered word becomes redundant
And shared silence becomes comfortable.

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Freedom and Joy

Do what makes your soul shine
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Through the labyrinths of a rigid society,
Gropes for freedom –
A shackled mind.

Probing the myriad depths of the universe
Is an unfeeling heart –
In a quest for joy.

Alas! we know not
To search within ourselves.

To look at the rendition of life,
Not heed the blemish,
But to rejoice in its blessings, is mirth itself.

To unshackle the mind from prejudice and bias,
Rise above narrow divisions,
Is what freedom is all about.

Driving through a Winter Storm

Winter's wonderland

Swirling flakes fall from above,
Dancing around stoic street lamps – giggling, teasing
As they fall, carpeting the earth.

Cotton tufts swell from below,
Gets caught in the headlight,
Makes a beeline to the windshield – melts away.

Dancing swirls multiply,
Fills the air, obscuring vision.
Moving pods slow down, blinks intermittently;

Howling winds gather the dancing dots
Slaps it unevenly on all creation,
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Weary Traveler

Welcome home, weary traveler

Unburden yourself;
Lay down the heavy trappings,
Wash off the weariness.

For you have given too much;
Entrenched in the lives of strangers
Trying to ease their drudgery
With your benevolence.

So,
Ensconce in the warmth of your abode,
Take comfort from the cocoon of sleep,
Rejuvenate as you breathe the first crisp air of autumn.

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Shallow – Deep

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Said shallow to deep,
‘How can you be generous when you have so little?’
Said deep to shallow,
‘I have enough. I am quite content.’

‘How can you be carefree when life is terrifying in its uncertainties?’
‘I go with the ebb and flow. I learn from experience.’

‘How can you be a smiling fool, when crushed by adversity?’
Replied deep to shallow,
‘You can live to be a thousand
Yet, never experience anything the way I feel.

‘When I breathe, I feel the air
You don’t even realize that you breathe

‘You can never feel the wind’s caress or the sun’s warmth,
You are numb to all the beauty around you.

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