The Ego fusion.

@Sikkim

In mornings I come across the thoughts like bruises and balms.

The mistakes I made, the wrongs I said

They dawn upon me, in musings of mornings.

Just to confirm that they have me.

And I struggle with them, argue with them

But seldom are they ready to admit that I had been sane.

That it was not my fault, not my thought to be a bigot.

Just like them are these balming moments of joy

They come from within and leaves a smile on my face

 just like the butter spreads on bread.

I love both of them, for it is what I have been

 cunning, careless and demanding sometimes,

But also honest, helpful, and supporting.

I think now not to resist 
because they exist out of my indulgence,

My faults and compulsions, from the generosity and at times altruisms.

In the mornings I make peace with them,

not to resist but to co-exist with them.

Because it's the light of the Sun,

that Pierces through oneself.

To distinguish the selfish & selfless,

And understand the underlining unrest.

It’s when most of us are lost in denial,

To settle down within is what matters.