Addiction And Trust

Sounds, echoes were hurling all around

Restless was his soul and body motionless

Was “the day”, the day of that decision really

He was mentally sick and body quite lifeless

They told him “You choose the right path,

Everybody is there with you”

As all wanted him to return back

He was one amongst those precious two.

The deluded thoughts confused his mind

Not that he never wanted to return back,

He thought of the pain, off course not physical But

Those withdrawal symptoms, were hard to take.

Keeping his body, hands, feet moving in nervousness

Oh God! He could not stay calm and away

The craving inside was deep and hard, a torture

What life needed at that hour, just a doze heavy

Suddenly beyond that darkness, a hand comes forth

Patting his back, and holding him against the chest

And both the souls were washed in tears

Both were panting, gradually the mind heading towards rest.

Silence was broken by meek but a passionate voice

“O’ my hero! I have no idea about that rude stuff

That took you in a different world away from us,

Trust me, together we will win this stage rough.

Come rest in my lap, the way you would, when small

Hold my hand the way you held it for that first step

Give yourself back to me, and also your problems all

You are my body part, nine months in my womb you have slept.

We have never laughed since you ta

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sted that stuff

It destroyed you, your family, and you forgot the love

Without you there is no happiness anymore

Together let us fight this game and to God let us bow.

For few days struggle, don’t lose your entire life

This drug must have taken you and your will

But trust me, this burden is not so heavy

Hold your guts and grit strong, for this instinct to kill.

Take the challenge, you were excellent in it

And knock your brain and soul

Together we will cross this struggle through and through

Get away with your guilt, sum up yourself as a whole.”

The motionless body opened the eyes and gazed

At the face that had lost its glow but not compassion

Kissing and Holding against those two strong hands, he murmured

“Mom, give me new birth, I want to re-live under your passion.

My surenderance to you is my surrenderance to God

In you, I see Him vivid and strong

I give myself back to you, my new birth is dedicated to you

Wherever you go, please take me along.”

Mother is one soul in the whole cosmos

Whose love and passion can revive even the dead

For her the world is confined in her children

She is an emotional support, a chord, a thread.

The world can leave you amidst of everything

Then her's is the hand one can hold unconditionally

To swim across the dirty waters, rough roads

And to stand again with hopes high, passionately........