auto-mode

 Seeking security and perfection in all

Sending good vibes to whoever falls

Submerging in the feeling of being whole and complete

Surrender to the situation so no one can beat.

Are we automated? Are we true? 

How will we handle if interruption brews?

We kill the moments by controlling our inside.

Setting ourselves for failure, besides.

Surprises might come in different sizes and shapes,

Spellbound, you might be, seeing problems in heroes' capes

Suffocated by events not under your control.

Saddened deeply, it's time to explore

A broken heart is where the light passes through

with a rumbling stomach, real awakening stews

vengeance in veins rediscovers the real YOU

Over the years, how much you grew.

Don't mend the broken heart; let the stomach rumble

wait until and unless everything falls and crumbles.

Then comes the time to walk the spiritual road.

You are awakened and not in auto mode.

The art of staying dry in the middle of a rain

swamped in dirt and not touched by stain

when things fall apart, or they come together 

There comes a point when nothing really matters.

Healing comes only if you make enough rooms

one room for grief, and another to bloom

One made for misery, another for tremendous joy

Don't take it seriously, as life is a playful decoy.