Chocolates

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 loved, while the other is criticized.

All that the chocolates want,

Is cognizance indifferent to their taste;

For a box may contain several of all essence -

Some will bring you smiles, some haunts!

And since I have learnt what they wish,

I sit quietly, breathing in peace;

Judging them not for their taste or color,

For they have conspired to make me myself,

Oh, this reverence is bliss!