Tickety-tock, clickety-clock
Clichés count the ways
To ease into familiarity.
Content, into comfort.
Except, one forgets, how
Familiarity leads to
The gentle ground
Of an easy contempt.
It’s perhaps the most oft narrated story.
The one of swampy marshlands
Sinking simple joys
Bleakness of dim lights of indifference
That no amount of pretence can relieve.
Are you stuck in one?
Tell me, do you want out?
Or has the darkness of that comfort
Become habit, and easing out
Is no longer worthy of your effort?
03 April, 2018, Day#5 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018
April 6, 2018 at 12:48 am
‘Familiarity breeds contempt; is over-rated
Cozy companionship is under-stated
The dark
Needn’t be stark
In soft light, harshness is dissipated!
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April 6, 2018 at 10:45 pm
Thank you, Gulshan ❤
You’re sunshine, as always looking for the light and love and hope ❤
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April 6, 2018 at 10:15 am
When you say comfort i think of my old slippers
If i had to ease out i would have dumped them by the hundreds
Now i throw them only when they become rough like the lobster’s nippers
But if you really have a plan to ease out be kind to tip us.
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April 6, 2018 at 10:46 pm
Govind, that’s profound. I’ve come to look at the analogies you bring in as case studies. This one is no less… One would rather not, than do, no? Thank you!
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