Mystery Spots

Every day, I'm sure it happens with you too, there are so many things people say to you, so many things those puppy faces do to you, out of jealousy, agony, anger or simply for innocuous reasons. If you start compiling them down or linger on to them for longer duration god knows how enormous can that pile be. Bronx cheers, shady remarks, taunting and twits, well there just too many ways to pull your legs and problem is people around you know you too well to use them when they feel like. Does that bothers me ?

Yeah pretty much. I would be lying if I say otherwise. But, I've made something clear to myself that all these people are nothing but road-blocks. They are just there, lying on my way where I intend to go. I guess they do a little good to me by keeping me on a leash. For an instant they do push me a little on edge but I make sure to drag myself up, or open up my parachute in time in case I make a wrong jump.

Thanks to those Mystery Spots in our brain where all this clutter is not only hived away but clandestinely buried and blocked so that fallout is almost negligible to naked eyes.

Each day brings its petty dust

Our soon-choked souls to fill, 

And we forget because we must,

And not because we will.

~Mathew Arnold

Does that bother me ?

all those nitwitted trumpery talks

those words when processed in my head

I let them walk, ambulate across my neural highways

keep riding, with speed bumps, across the alley all the way.

Does that annoy me a lot ?

all those wasted wish-wash talks

they do boil the fluid inside me, tempering me

those little nagging nick my skin so tough, though

in check, I always am, when reasons not swell enough.

How messed up I am ?

keep singing to me that song, if only

often coated with jaggary, those nuked taunts

aimed right at me, they do make a tangible depression

on the crest, of heart of mine, are in for stirring impressions.

What do I do ?

I keep my calm and go off of the tangent

dive into music and drift along the sound waves

of my song, pull a curve along my face projecting straight

no, it really doesn't bothers me, and I carry on with my life's parade.

My mind lets go of a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings

~ T B Aldrich

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