Fear of Change

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When we are happy we often think of how long this would last. How far this will go. Would the dynamics of a relation change with time or it remains eternal.

These thoughts are often depressing. Making us apprehensive of future. Of things yet to come. Some may even turn possessive. Trying to resist the changes that might never happen at all. Are we all so afraid of losing a relation?

Is is actually a relation, a person we are afraid to lose? Or is it the change that would accompany the change? The loss of a comfort zone. The need of new interactions. The need to create a new space. A new comfort zone.

More often than not, we are afraid of the change. The effort we would have to put in once something changes. But why?

Are we apprehensive about our abilities too? Thinking we might not be able to do a thing again? Or do something in a better way? Or accomplish a new thing altogether?

Human potential is limitless. The limits we see are what we want to see, what we want to believe. Even if you tell yourself you have the capability to fly, it would. Never giving a damn about the presence or absence of wings.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sometimes…

Sometimes
All I see was blurred
the dreams, destination
Faux

It all seems too far
Unrealistic
A child’s jump, outstretched hands
attempt to grab the Moon.

Everything so far fetched
I, a mere spectator
watching
people shaping up my life

Water ebbed and flowed
down a seeking stream
So did my dreams
sometimes low, others high
flow in my blood stream!

Restlessness

Breathing heavily
Dragging my feet along
running away…

Along, I carry a heavy heart
grieving
devastated

Plethora of emotions
I cry
my tears, prayers!

Bleak hope of forever
of belongingness
depth of an ocean

I try acquiring it all
a sky full of stars,
a dream glistering

I look back,
flashes
The essence of poetry

Though only a moment
it seems forever
a dream cherished, well lit!

 

Come Over

 

Look at the war, the turmoil
The way it affects you
A future awaits
Come over

What are you holding onto
Fear? Trauma
A bullet with your name on it?
Come over!

Tranquility awaits you
The grass is greener
Paradise,
Come over

I wondered if it was true
Far away, in exile
And yet paradise
The insistence, come over

Why quit for peace
And justice?
who would ensure that?
Bring back the golden days, come over

I stay back
Work, where others quit
Ensuring justice, brick by brick
I act rather than being a spectator
I won’t come over!

Of Freedom

They say, “You are free
The chains metamorphic
You don’t need to break free
You already are”

I thought how I had two worlds
One real, other fascination
How one felt like a cage
And other set me free

Yes, I could fly
Soar to the zenith I seek
I could be whatever
Behind the daydreaming eyes

Amongst consciousness and insanity
Lay a desire – suppressed
Why follow routine
Why be free in dreams only!

A Mirage

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It was blurred
my eyes too damp
it looked like a mirage,
a dream!

Ahead, lay a road
soaked
The heat, sun too harsh
another mirage

I reached a crossroad
a desert, an oasis
peeking, I ask
is this water, mirage?

I go with the charm, bewitched
as if something pulls
strings!
even the dream, mirage!

I seek the lush gardens
an epitome of peace
the sky is ablaze
another mirage!

I could see my dream
at the end of my extended hand
unable to grab, I ask
Is this real, mirage?