Longing For A Clean Life

Stepped into the arms of boredom,

My mind activates the cycle,

The cycle of unworthy deeds,

Which triggers wars in me,

Celibacy has been the best weapon,

Which I earned through meditation,

To fight the inner fears,

Fears of getting conquered by lusty patterns, 

Made me anxious, 

By entering into the home of your hugs,

I have started normalising routine,

My discipline is long gone,

To avoid being appeared as an incel,

I started faking the pleasure, 

Pleasure in the smell of secretions, 

When you left for the hunting,

Of confused souls like me,

I felt what is good for me,

It is difficult to stay clean,

But,

I am aiming to be disciplined,

I am longing for a clean life,

To respect the universe in ME.