THE POSSESSED

We all walk on pedestrian

Called, the journey of life

Where we strive for a goal

And an identity of or own.

Every time we see the goal

Getting closer...we run..

To grab it...but gets pulled behind

By some unknown force.

We start again, gathering energy

Where, our mind gets distracted

Towards the urge for attractions

And entirely, we get possessed.

Though we try hard to get out of it

But, our clutched mind restricts.

The ache for pleasure, slowly lures us

And enslaved us, entirely to its power.

The power starts commanding us

And we, the POSSESSED let it reign

With its full power to engulf us and

We fail our quest for goal and own identity.

Somewhere between the muddle

Of self and creating an identity,

We get linked to rapacious slavery and

Get counted among the POSSESSED.