Hey Curious one,

This post is about the Soul, who is at a constant tug of war with the body.

How the soul liberates itself is the crux!

Day in day out
He plays the top, often

I play the bottom

I toss him, at times
He flips me more often

I surrender to him

I am attacked
Molested, used
Bruises remain

Slave is who I am
Master, He is

I await 
For the day
Of my liberation
The day, I minuscule Him

Tug of war 
Between 
Body and the soul

He, the Body
I, the SOUL
Self-slaughter  - The Liberation, at times!

PS: 'Being Gay' is an archaic usage of 'Being Happy'

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Learn to fly, Son.
soar high, you must

Stars, must you conquer

Spread your Lil wings
Take a leap

I've let you fly today
Away from my nest
Never from my Soul

For, you belong to yourself

I am here for you
always,
In case, just in case,
You need a hug
A warm 
heart-to-heart hug

You and I
bear the hereditary gene

Forget not, my Son
I am You

Unison and separation
Elemental in life,
I've learnt.

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It’s dim

Gruesomely dark

All I can see is vague

Opaque

Unfathomable

 thoughts!

All I could is

 sigh so deep,

To blow away

 the dark 

the vague

the opaque,

Liberating my soul.

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 Oh, the auspicious one

Benevolent your form

Yet, you erupt fire

Slayer, you become

For once, I urge you

Stage the dance of destruction

Whilst, you embrace me

In the halo, of your kindness

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Yes, I do not have a Womb

A mother I am not

Son, sense my heart

The one which bleeds

Stained it is not

Each second

Every moment

I crack up

I pass away

For my breath is far off

Yet, against the odds

Crawls my heart

To be embraced by you

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Prove your love for me,

She demands.

With a smile,

I pluck my heart,

 for Her.

Alas,

 She rejects

for

Bloody stains.

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The Infamous Me: 

They say all of us have a more sinister side (which is mostly kept under wraps, and an angelic aura which we project to the world.) 

Do you agree?

I  ain’t a Saint,

A shadow is what I am.

Dark side of  me blends,

As like a  chameleon,

No more sunshine, I wish.

To shun, dual ways of my life,

I wish no more!

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I am uncertain why,

I've been asked to prove myself,

Every single day, every single time,

Can't I just be me?

No other being,

exist to please the other,

but me!

Oh hell yeah,

Hence, I am labeled a

 “Husband”.

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Am I the outcome of lust? Is that why, you abandoned me? Was reconciliation so difficult?  Have you never felt the urge to embrace me?

He stood dazed, unable to reply his teenage daughter. The inner voice had nothing to suggest at this moment, but, a stony silence! 

Nevertheless, he stood there with a frowned, poker, pale face, as if, it was to justify his deeds and his false ego.

He had deserted them in search of the ultimate truth, the “Aham Brahmasmi” - A realization.

Unaware of the fact that until the ego dies, he cannot achieve this state.

                                                                                      

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PS: A 100-word story.                                                 Image courtesy: Pixabay