Diarrhea Depression

  When stomach aches increased along with mortifying diarrhea,

Watery, frothy stool runs like her runny-mouthed logorrhea

Her stomach remembered she hasn't eaten

Blessed, I say she's not a cretin

After a meal, she has eaten

Leap to the bathroom 

Her poop smells like perfume

Potbelly

Became flat belly

Words of wisdom find a bathroom when you have diarrhea

And a nice wheelchair

As she gets weak

Feels dizzy and sick

Wisdom and ideas enter your head using bottom wipers

Her Mum got good diapers

For her warrior fighter

She could neither describe the ailment nor hoped for a cure

She needs a remedy for all disease or ills; a cure-all.

They are of their nature warlike, predatory, 

eager for a fight, plunder, her dominion

Misdiagnosis throughout life

She gets diarrhea depression.

To rise no more.

Roused by the taunting words Kaniṣṭhabhrātā spoke,

 The  as her mighty wrath awoke, 

Of the Warrior roused with the fury call

The Kaniṣṭhabhrātā is doomed 

Without escape

Harming and distorted shape 

Mata thou hast glory in thy gain,

 And,  wounded warrior begin to reign:

Roused lioness from her den,

Have little mercy on words on certain men

Whose spouse works in slaughterhouse

Bhratrijaya and her may

Hoping somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir

And her heart began to bleed.

That roused her in the day of need,

 And thus to arouse the inner instinct and brave

 Warrior vowed to create the imperial Kaniṣṭhabhrātā and  Bhratrijaya's grave:

Shall surely die for his offense,

 Condemned for sinful negligence.

Roused by the thunder of Warrior's tread,

 The beasts to shady coverts fled.

 Tall trees were crushed or hurled aside,

 And every bird was terrified.

 Around the Warrior loveliest lilies grew,

 Pale pink, and red, and white, and blue,

 And tints of many a metal lent

 The light of varied ornaments.

 With changing forms at will,

 Warrior roamed the lovely hill,

 And countless Gods in the Warrior's life were seen

 Where flowers and grass were fresh and green.

 As some resplendent one takes

 His pastime in the best of lakes.

Roused at the din battle-spirit rose,

 Warrior captive of enclosing foes,

With one deadly stroke

 The neck of the dishonest Bhratrijaya broke,

 The monster roused  from his sleep,

Roused by his bow-string's awful clang,

 To meet their foes the Warrior sprang.

I, champion of the giants, scorn

 To fight with weaklings humbly born.

 Come forth your bravest, if he dare,

 And fight with one who will not spare.

With crushing woe, her hair unbound,

 The Warrior's eyes in floods of sorrow drowned

Death riding the chariot cried aloud in furious tone:

The grand Warriors' death is near.

 This very day shall end all grief

The story of the Warrior ends as Warrior Dropped on the land to rise no more.

Only Karma's punishment and suffering for sin

Can make Warrior will rise again 

Ignorance, pride and ego

 

We are the capable men we have a lot of ego

Who are you? A mosquito? You can't be bigger than my ego

Ego, however mighty, 

Death,  who wields the familiar scythe, with some ferocity

The scythe is a symbol of Saturn, 

 May be seen to represent time, limitation

With no waver or hesitation

A veritable monstrosity!

Human beings are so engrossed in mundane affairs

desp'rate cares

Woes-- wants--the anxious hopes and fears

 They have no time and capacity to listen to the voice of God

But a contented soul is all alone with God

In the expanse of the Universe still untrod

 The voice of higher consciousness is always there but no one understands the eternal truth. 

Nor seek, for this is also sooth,

To hunger fiercely after truth

Man listens to his Own ego or the clamour around him, the noise of hustle and bustle, 

Jostle, hassle, elbow, tussle

He pays no attention to the ever present voice of Eternity. 

He can hear that voice only when he attains inner poise and his ever twisted mind rests in complete peace and inner harmony. 

God responds to the call of the pure and peaceful soul. 

 A prayer to grant that rare peace in which the voice of Truth can be heard.

It is said ‘Change is the law of Nature.’ 

Everything in this world is ever changing. 

The process of movement and change is perpetual. 

The pendulum of time, the cycle of seasons, the movement of planets, the activities of animals, human 

beings, all natural elements, life, wind, water etc. are always changing. 

In this process of change, the chariot of wealth is no exception. 

A person may be poor today, but he can acquire wealth by dint of his hard work. 

A wealthy man can become a pauper with the passage of time because of his bad buck and foolish deeds.

 Man should realise this fact of life and these fore should not hanker after wealth and suffer from false pride and ego. 

Or is it selfishness and ego?

The Devil, evolve beyond our ego,

Ego-related self-destructive behavior.

He should acquire wealth through honest means, utilize it for good deeds and also help other needy, poor, deserving people by using his wealth for charitable purposes.

Human life is enmeshed with all sorts of bondage.

 First  there is bondage of ignorance.

 We do not know the reality of life.

 We do not recognize the true purpose of life.

 Then there are bondages of selfish attachments and false pride and ego, and transitory pleasures of everyday life.

 All these bondages are of one’s own making and hence self-inflicted. 

We can get rid of all these bondages through

 God’s grace and love

For that, we have to surrender before him with all humility, pure mind and soul, true devotion and non-attachment.

 Fall at the hands, and under His influence all are equal. We are all connected through our mortality.

 It may also be interpreted as Death bringing an individual harvesting of our life’s work, the final ‘deadline’ 

Little time left and so much to accomplish

No one would ever know what it had cost her to accomplish 

No one will ever know the private purgatory she had been Through the via dolorosa she had traversed

My brain needs repairing

 

Head and body rocking

Doubters are shocking

You are bitter and think you are wise.

Pedantry denies

Everything is an imagination of my eyes.

Perhaps people think my truth is a lie

Those who sit mute with elbow resting on the table and chin on the palm thinking it's kinda sly

Sudden electricity goes through parts of my skull or leg

Crushing my spirit is like crushing an egg

From taking unfair advantage of their brains.

It felt that, in spite of all possible pains,

An, to increase all the other pains,

Nothing remains

No individuality remains

Collapsed to the floor, holding the temples

Mum gave a rare kiss on the forehead

Explosion of sudden dizziness swarmed the head

Mum stroked my temples and head

As temples burn holes in the head

The back of the head weighed like lead

Nausea and  came  her in waves

The tempest building inside has to be braved

At times I drool

Like something stuck inside my throat

Going down slowly stuck in the chest

I crush my medicines with mortar and pestle

To ease the nerve

Mum's soul and never swerve,

 My soul, poor story is not a jest

Try uncricking my neck thinking about the pain

Stroke my head and neck to relieve the pain

As I swallow food or liquid

Cough it up because fate is so wicked

Eating semi-solid food coughing my lungs out

Can you tell me without any doubt

Please tell me what 'twas all about, --

Bite my tongue and lips while eating or speaking

No sense in overthinking

Freakin while ain't speaking

Thinking about sore lips and tongue

Heave a sigh from the lungs  

As per dentists advice with anesthetic mouthwash  rinsing the mouth

Every time it seemed like poking a bad tooth with your tongue

A little handicap by the ear

Pain inside and behind the ear

Exhibiting unsteadiness of gait, hand tremors, slow muscular movement

In an odd state

I feel sorry for my winding gait

The metallic sound, I didn't realize exactly what I did hear

As odd sounds pounded and hammered in my ear it aroused fear

Hear odd wheezing sound sometimes which feels like listening to my own breathing.

A life when I take a deep breath instead of stillness my ear seems to ring

I have no control over the hand, I drop fragile things and they break

What do you make?

Hoarse voice and breathy

Walking in a zigzag way suddenly

Right knee feels electricity 

Like holding a bare cable at peak intensity

Touching my right thigh makes me fall

What do you think of this afterall

Bad dream spilling over wakefulness Sweet dreams are a mirage

 

Have you ever had a dream?

As slowly when you're lost in a dream

That made your heart leap out of your chest in excitement?

However scary this might be

 Don’t let fear prevent you from achieving those dreams

 Trickle into your reality.

For reason, much too strong for fantasy,

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,

Dark, benighted, war-worn,

Fragility and fleetingness of everything, 

Whether anything we do has any lasting or real effect.

What does it seem?

As you float through your mortal dream

As fishes float through a stream 

Excited? Skeptical? Concerned?

There's nothing like a dream to create your future

Now that is the need for more adventure

C'mon chase your dreams

dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

I shall not live in vain;

Following hopes and dreams 

Unfazed by the great cycle of life and death

It seemed as vague and hazy as something had been done in a dream.

Who knew that working toward your dream Could involve losing laughter and relationships?

 Engage in friendship

Friendship is a bond between souls

 Who understand each other. 

 If a friend understands you so much 

A true friend understands an unspoken word. I'm eerie in my way of thoughts too ... 

There are still many unattained dreams

From the mind that dreams,

Chasing a dream as insubstantial as a wisp of smoke

When out of this dream awoke:

Life seems to be a joke 

A Long dream that deteriorated into a nightmare

Life itself is only a vision, a dream

Shoreless space

Limitless solitude

In every department of life, it marks the transition from dreaming aspiration to laborious doing

Unsure or afraid

Moral constraints

Dreams fantasies delirium

Feeble

In intense loneliness

Chase the Dream Montage

way beyond our wildest dreams

Bad dream spilling over wakefulness

Sweet dreams are a mirage

Struggle, suffer,endure,survive

 Though in the struggle life may be lost,

Into the storm, the warrior was tossed

As a Warrior struggles to survive the disease

There is no cure for this very rare disease.

Unceasing struggle with a unique disease

Heroes, Victims, Martyr, Warriors under remarkable crises

Left to own devices

 Life for a Warrior is a matter of daily struggle

Titanic struggle to find a specialist

Serendipity specialist

Gives all-consuming hopelessness

Oh sleeplessness- Oh loneliness 

Feelings of emptiness, hopelessness, hollowness

Had it not been for the turmoil of the struggle

Fatigue, suffering, struggle

Didn't burn through the skin like a flame burning down a candle

The endless poverty of life 

constant struggle 

To get along with made the Warrior hard and sore

It has chock-full of vitamins after supper soothes the inflamed core.

Warrior had suffered so much but she still had things to live for

Probably got you baffled more

Be aware that this sort of thing had never occurred before

We all suffer pain, one way or another.

How we react to the trauma

Mentally bandaged from trauma

Or by melodrama 

But it's the confidence which decides the path you decide to follow

What appears to work excellent today may not work at all tomorrow

So much suffering in the world

Spiritual torment suffered

Ought'n suffer more than they have to

Trying is something a Warrior gets used to

The warrior thinks " feelin' kinda lonesome and blue,

I needed somebody to talk to."

Warrior said to Mum " I make it without you"

Only madness endures

Seek real friendship that endures

The proud spirit of Warrior cannot endure mockery

The Warrior must have won the Cosmic lottery

Warrior was chosen as the spirit could endure

The wound  the Warrior suffers, never find a cure 

Absence of body is preferable to presence of mind

Allows the machinery of society to work smoothly

I did not gain, I acknowledge, I did not soften I endured

"I'm still alive and in life business

Still enduring the most tormenting pain"

 Warrior mused 

"But I survived a hellish journey for which there was no map or previously beaten path

Survived several bad blows"

Venturing out close to death before survival summed up the Warrior 

Hark the heavenly melody 

No tenuous survival,

The turf is uncertain; 

So is the terrain;

Instead of dull trivial and cowardly existence

"Still hanging on 

When I want to sigh;

 I get up with head held high; 

Choosing a path never trodden by, 

“To leave a trail and make a difference…” The Warrior mused

All evaporated like a trail of sweet dreams