Commotion of Emotions

It is no different than when - I open a box of chocolates. Put my hand out to grab one, But my mouth ends up with at least ten! And so I wallow in guilt, Post a treat of cocoa, sugar and more; The chocolate always decides, Whether I snigger or sob under my quilt. How uncanny is the likeliness! Of memories and of chocolates; When one does not know the other, Except maybe when you stress. And so like the other day, I lingered in the alleys of my past, Plucking out memories one at a time, Overwhelmed by what they had to say. I hugged one tight, And inconspicuously escaped the other; Carefully sieved my joyous moments, And the ambiance turned warm and bright! But oh! What a blunder! Sieved thoughts had grown to what they were - A mix of ecstasy and horror; They bombarded me with shame and wonder. That is when I realized, Why one chocolate does not suffice. For they aren't discrete units of life - One cannot be love...

A mismatch of caste, colour or creed - Never stops them; Hunger, lust or greed - Is not from where they stem. Either revelry of a won bet, Or celebrations of an enlightened state. Their love and joy can't be regressed, Against what is and what is not great! They solder onto you when they are made - A process over play, fights and dry bread. Never to be detached over your life, Never to be cursed, never afraid; What is life without them? Oh! What a relief, they do not come with an end! A soft cushion of madness, laughter, vex and mess, Oh! What a relief, to live with friends!