The paradox of freedom

“I would have vouched that was a physical almond nut”,
gaped the ant at the stunning image on the sheet.
With a surged spasm of hunger he pecked on the seeming chewy nut,
hoping that the mirage could be something he could eat.
Mournfully, he relates the spectacle to his aunt ant and dad,
Concluding with tears, “that was both deceptive and bad”.
“Mighty is the magic pen that conjures such awesome lie,
which, for its huge trickery, pushed our stomachs to dry”.
“Fingers designed the fantasy”, said brother ant.
“But the arms, don’t forget, twist both finger and pen,
and, where do you leave the brain?”, averred the aunt.
“The brain, the thinking store house of men,
is where mischief is made for fun, though it causes great alarm, 
unbeknownst that, though simple, such could cause lots of harm".

Sleep

Sleep, a cataleptic state,
Where the body recedes
Into its helpless mortality.
Bearing its greasy clutches,
Sleep creeps, at its own time,
Like a pleasant predator,
Thief extraordinaire,
Unresponsive to statuses,
To envelop its target.
A nature’s oily paraphernalia, 
Which demands its share of time,
From humanity and co.,
Pleasurably,
To induce the brain to re-calibrate,
And the self to re-invigorate,
For its endless toils.
Wait a minute,
“Let sleeping dogs lie”.
For all spices in India,
Many could fail to “catch a sleep”.
They use mixtures of inducements,
To coax passing experiences
Of sleep!
However,
As soon as “I hit the sack”,
I do fall fast asleep.
I was made to understand,
One can “sleep like a log”.
Nevertheless,
Not to “over-sleep”,
With challenges to “sleep on”.
For example,
Responsibilities to children,
Our women and our men,
Who often “loose” their sleep;
To keep trust and give dues
To whom they are rightly due,
Will make it wrong “to go to sleep”.
Were “sleeping giants” to awake,
Things may be done without slip.
Nobody needs to “loose sleep”,
With Justice, equity and fair-play,
With He who forever never sleeps,
We can “do things in our sleep”.

Gratitude

Does it come to logic to make your benefactor
the subject of your inveterate antipathy?
Yet you compare unfavourably to their
capacity for resilience and benevolence,
and to their integrity.
Why would rancour substitute gratitude,
against the source of your privileges?
At a check:
It’s the platform for your existence,
your advocate from the cradle,
pipe to your sustenance,
the reason why you can speak,
why you are heard,
the bough that shares in your burdens.
At another check:
Of what value is a malignant
reproachful disposition,
but a precursor to ill health?
May gratitude lighten up your burdens.
Humanity as a contextual entity
criss-crosses tedious milieus,
whereupon its identity is defined.
Wouldn’t life locate challenges and.
through the trials,
delineate and offer solutions,
using knowledge and skills,
to move society to agreeable heights?
At a further check:
When last did you check
the myriad of belligerence you visited
on your neighbours and compatriots?
Do you care?
Do you contribute even a dime of your earnings
to the commonwealth,
from where services go out to the society?
You think society operates off our collective sweat?
Really?!!!
Mind and mend your ways!