Counting Compromises

Fear is unnatural. Lightning and thunder are unnatural. Pain, death, reality, these are all unnatural. We can't bear these things as they are. We know too much. So we resort to repression, compromise and disguise. This is how we survive the universe. This is the natural language of the species.
― Don DeLillo, White Noise  

Messy things compromises are, all dislike

This bittersweet debris of tangled strings,

Some are arranged out of love and care,

These rioting twins, so complex they’re.

Some are forced upon asthenic hearts,

Too disoriented or districted to refuse,

Are these are ones that needs counting?

Or those which are dealt with reflexively?

Compromises for upgrades, which rests

Raising storms of fears, of far off future

And hushes down, the blues and sets

Straight that rudderless sail in ocean.

Friend's Companionship

I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.

― Helen Keller

Solace is effective but always it isn't, lone hours

as semblance of zero disturbance

when noises of surroundings are sole confederates

not the kind of nights one likes

a friend's companionship seeping balmy effect

certain satisfaction at all times

a shoulder to bend over, an ear to listen it all

rejoice in flooding talks with details

a luxury inaccessible to the many frantic souls.

Words in The Soul of a Newborn

There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written.
― Toba Beta, Betelgeuse Incident

How unattached I'm from the world

like a pea in the pod, unaware, untouched

contamination will start, as soon as I'll be out

stretched, twisted with the ways of the world

will be vastly different, colored in the shades

pastures of unexplained vagaries will grow

attached, from all angles and sides I'll be, bounded

burned and baked, fully ripened inside out.