In life we all have some ambition
Some reach, while others fail in the mission
And amongst all the confusion and complication
Rarely do we realize our unseen addiction.
Some smoke while others drink
Washing out their worries in the sink
Some do it for the calm and peace
Others simply to hide the lost piece
What if someone is addicted to happiness
No one shall ever call it a mess
But for those hooked to their grieves
Life seems to be stuck in briefs
When choice is among the darker lanes
The dim flickering light of hope goes in vain
It aint always about rights and the wrongs, coz
Sometimes addiction is the only way out for the darkness
It isn’t just about being some goose
As we swing through grandiose to otiose
For grief could be camouflage to the light unseen
Like smile often is, a cloak to the darkness within
---Sriram
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