The crave of a happy day
When all your boxes tick
Attention, Abundance, Satisfaction
Then walks in the ‘Overstimulated self’
Overloaded with the lust of I
My choices, My needs
Like a puppet creation plays with me
I notice my own folly
I still take the bait
Up and down the waves
Looping, loving and hating the loop
Looping unaware
the abyss awaits
The aversion sits nearby
Through the happy and the uncounted
Through “ what just happened?”
Only one medicine
-Writing should stay
As habit and instinct
then muscle memory
It helps in both kind of days
Even if
The bad wolf consumed a lot
The critic screamed at all
The judge nodded “not again“
Only if I jotted
And noted
stuck with awareness
Inconclusive but single pointed
Empathetic to the battle within
Even if
I exist mostly in your mind
I fix myself
what I screwed up some moment’s awhile
Fix the tip on experience on the
Journal sheet
Give it the beautiful cover, it needs
It might turned out to be life
Filled with waiting for happier days
Avoiding or embracing the contrast
It would still be an epic try
Mapping your emotional legacy
Or emotional transcript
A guide to navigate the loops
Straightening the loop
Savouring the emotional soup that is you
And tasting every bit with genuine curiosity
The privilege of knowing self
-Poet Rupika Moitra
Flutter and Glide 