Boon of Agersia

the boon of agersia, coursing in him,

greying hair shed, and black spurting in place,

his tan temple creased, folded, frowning grim,

.

being made to keep going, against his own whim,

mistaken path, he chose back in time space,

the boon of agersia, coursing in him,

.

years passed, lost loved ones, light of eyes gone dim,

anguish shrouding  the features of his face,

his tan temple creased, folded, frowning grim,

.

unruffled by wars, conflicts, the prelim

of his journey, judged by the higher mace,

cursed boon of agersia, coursing in him,

.

through millenniums, his existence swims,

past it all, beholds, not leaving a trace,

his tan temple creased, folded, frowning grim,

.

the books of his destiny, marked by skim

of mantras, meant to be a gift from grace,

the boon of agersia, coursing in him,

his tan temple creased, folded, frowning grim

.

This is tagged as the poem for 12 November for NaBloPoMo.

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Our True Selves + Story of the Swamp Deer and Us

A different way of seeing yourself… Seeing yourself in a different light- it would definitely show you the inner-most feelings that you’re trying to hide even from yourself. You may not even identify the person you really are. And that is the path where we all fail in loving ourselves- the true ourselves.

I had heard a long time back,

In the days of childhood,

The story of a swamp deer,

Who adored his lovely antlers,

Sitting atop his head.

This was the personality of his,

He really really adored,

But couldn’t see his flexible legs,

Because they were ugly.

He had a false perception of himself,

Which just covered his beauty,

He could no more see his real power,

The power that his legs beheld.

Once going through the forest by the lake,

Admiring the shadow of his lovely antlers,

The swamp deer heard the loud call,

Of the vicious predator wolves.

The voice came from nearby,

And the deer knew this time is so wry,

He started to run away from the voice,

But till then the wolves had got his trail,

And now were now behind their prey.

The swamp deer started running away,

And soon it seemed he had lost the wolves,

All thanks to his long flexible legs,

That gave him the power of running so well.

The swamp deer took a deep breath of relief,

But still in order to save himself,

Made an incentive to hide in the long bushes.

As he entered the bushes, everything went loose,

For his beautiful antlers got stuck in the bushes.

He tried, struggled to get them free,

But there was nothing he could do.

All his struggles were in vain,

And all of a sudden again came the howl.

It seemed as if the prey has been found again,

The swamp deer tried to get himself free,

He struggled even more and more,

And now even cursed God for his beautiful antlers.

The rest of the story goes like as what you can imagine,

The legs at first saved the swamp deer,

But his beautiful antlers brought him death,

For he could not accept himself fully,

He couldn’t know his real power,

That resided in his legs.

Similar is the case of us all,

We get a perception, we love ourselves,

For the image we have of us in our minds,

But the powerful truth resides in our feelings,

Within us, hence, it is time for us to embrace “us”.