The Unkindest And Kindest Gifts

In a medium of self-possession, peace was assured and freedom of thoughts was guaranteed.

It is not he was anti-social,
It is not he was unkind,
It is not he was unresponsive.

The many contemptible adjectives dictating his present composition,
That, may or may not, instill in others disagreement or disdain.

It is nothing but a mirage of falsehood and deception prevailed above,
While beneath his mind was engulfed like a sandstorm of a desert.

Convicting his sole priority to saving his sanity and living in worthiness;

The mirage strong-armed truths are just adverse effects of this conviction.
 
How many are not in this state? How many have not been there?

When he does not respond, it does not mean he is cold.
He is eternally warm he wishes his best regards to all his friends and loved ones.
He pledges truth that all their wanting dreams come true sparkling them.
He holds undying hopes praying their lives graced with peace and joy.

All these he has, he pledges and he holds always truly in his chests.
He does not know how to hurt; he detests lying.
He cannot possibly harm; he is a coward.
He dwells on the happiness of his friends and loved ones, and survives on their kindness.
 
His only reprehensible actions are charged to an incapability to glaze comments.
His current mind just begun a sentence of aging, something no one can escape.
Like starting a new chapter, acclimatizing the weather of age.
Weather of gentle winds and showering rains, some dirt of want are finally washed away.

So far all aging took away he can do without, what did not he cannot live without.
He may swim slower but he gains will and assurance,
Because he swam 2.8 km yesterday in a medium of self-possession.
In nature of  life, aging is as much the unkindest gift as the kindest gift.