Ready to Rise (The Consciousness Egg)

Seething cauldron, simmering coals,

Fighting underneath, Unconscious goals. 

Soaring to the top, the muse hits home,

The descent is rapid, the connection is gone. 

Littered with symbols, dreams spellbind,

You grope for connections, its easy to find. 

The feast of senses, the thought monorail,

Despite the activity, you're in a zombie jail. 

Of the bird eating fruit, the observer takes note,

Neither fearful of the lion, nor devouring of the goat.

The Virgin Mother, the old Wives tale,

The historical events, leaving a collective trail?  

 

If you want to redeem your self, let The Fool take that leap, 

The more you pine to rise, the more you will have to go deep.

  

Money And Happiness

How can we lead a happy life, asked a curious guy,

New research suggests that after all, money can happiness buy.

The more you earn, the happier you are, even beyond baseline,

The easiest route is via money, shouldn't coveting it be fine?

There are things that money can buy, maybe how good you feel each day,

How smug you feel when comparing with others, and what other people say. 

There is happiness that lies beyond this, where people grow and thrive,

Tap into their unique potential, self actualize, not just survive.

A sense of purpose is happiness, and so is feeling in charge,

Making choices is happiness, and so is growing at large.

I choose to write a sonnet, than code to earn some bread,

Feeling happy that I'm getting better, not caring whether they are read.

They say you can be strong and resilient, as long as you have some reason, a Why,

I say you can be happy and carefree, as long as to lure of money you can say bye.

Acting Sane

Not feeling alive or well, I've got to make a confession,

This is beyond a sad mood, I'm slowly slipping into depression.

What earlier used to charm, has turned meaningless and pale,

A dreadful feeling hounds me, even before starting I know I'll fail.

 

Nothing seems beyond reach, the stars are up for plucking,

My thoughts have no limits to them, they keep popping and coming,

In this manic state I'm charged with, I'm all geared to move and act,

The world is vivid and my oyster, I need no luck or charm or tact.

Having got rid of the extremes, I'm now somewhat numbed,

My energy doesn't fluctuate or sag, my thoughts haven't jumped.

In this normal state of remission, I can finally savor life,

And carve for me a humdrum existence, sans excitement, sans strife!

Do I have to lead a normal life, can't I let my hair down, be insane?

I care about you my darling a lot, so for your sake I'll end up acting sane.

The Most Important Trait

One cookie today, or two tomorrow?

Its difficult to wait for the second marshmallow,

Those who show control, and can delay gratification,

They in the life end better, with a high life satisfaction.

Mediocre output now, but brilliance tomorrow,

If you raise your expectations, performance will follow.

Having a positive view of self, and the people you interact with,

Could lead everyone to be a better version, and stretch from hence-with. 

The hare runs fast, but the tortoise can plod, 

Talent may take you so far, but grit is the new god.

Its good to win a sprint, but character is a marathon run, 

passion and perseverance for a goal, is the way its done.

 

Self control or positive expectations, determination or grit,

Unless weaved in a moral framework, can get results that don't matter a bit.

Job, Career, Calling?

Clocking in the 8 hours, counting the passage of time,

Doesn't matter the work I do, show me the money, its fine.

The job for me is just a means- to put food on the table,

Its a chore, a punishment, a necessity of sorts; a dreary life, no fable.

Finding 80 hour week too little, I squeeze value from each hour,

To climb the ladder of success is my dream, each day I raise the bar.

The career for me is an adrenaline rush, to end at the top of the pile,

Its a status, a perk, an ego of sorts, for which I go the extra mile. 

 

The day hours are just not enough, so it keeps me up at night,

It matters what I do- or don't; I chase goals with all my might.

The calling for me is my raison-d'etre, to serve my only wish,

Its a harmonious passion, a commitment of sorts, the journey pure bliss.

  

Some do it for money, some for fame and power, others are called to write,

Penning a sonnet, sans money or fame, on a daily basis, feels so right!

Securely Attached

Retracting my claws, hiding in a shell,
My inner core secured by an ancient spell,
Waiting for the right charm, so the heart can dance,
I'm madly in love, with the idea of romance.

Waxing and waning, fickle and gone,
I love your caprice, don't leave me alone,
You're my world, my moon, my twinkling star,
I wanna hold you tightly, my queen from afar.

Mingling and tingling, like a river in sea,
Will you let me in, will you let me see?
That beyond my confines, there's a world to explore,
and by merging with each other, we can create folklore.

Attached, securely or not, you're still my favorite muse,
I haven't won you over, but isn't the score still deuce?