Honesty

Honesty,

Comes from the heart

Seen in the eyes

Felt through the body

Adored in the smile

Beautified in that radiance

Revered in the grace

Every nerve ending knows,

An addiction,

Rarely ever satisfied.

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The Light

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I envy those who can remain kind in this world.

It is a cold, dark and cruel place with egos, frustrations and violence at play.

Power games, manipulations, greed and exploitation.

Where ‘the bad’, more often than not, wins.

Corruption wins.

And the lone voice of goodness and truth, is crushed. Like a light– snuffed out.

It may seem as a start of a story tale retelling, with the setting to the hero’s entry.

The one that makes all the difference. The harbinger of change.

But this isn’t a badly scripted story. It is life.

Our life.

And we do not have a hero.

The future plainly seen is utter destruction. People that tear each other down for personal gain.

Ethics and morals lost.

So, how can someone be kind?

Maybe, kindness needs to be saved. Protected from the dark grasps of all that is wrong with the world.

So that it can multiply untouched.

We need to save the light.

The Cold

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There are times when you feel unloved,

Times when you feel that people do not really understand you.

There are times when you want to scream out from the sting in your heart,

Times when you know that the worst is yet to come.

You are cold.

And this cold can’t be chased away by a blanket or a fire.

This cold will stay till your heart deems it has warmed up to another, or the same, set of people.

Sometimes, the cold doesn’t surround you.

It originates from your very soul.

And you realize

It is not the presence of a winter

But the absence of love.