Time

They said,
“Change all that you desire
But make yours better first
Be and then build”

I looked them in the eye
So blinded by ‘money’
their vision of life
end to every misery

I might quit everything
and change my situation
become something people yearn
earn and be in luxury

But would that money,
that free time
bring back the child
famished?

Would that cure wounds
the stray dog died of?
Would it bring smile on face
the child that sought help?

Building future was phenomenal
but, somewhere living in future
they asked me to overlook
the destruction that happened today!

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Governed by Fear?

All of us talk of winning. Of how we want to achieve things. Dreams. We build castles. Fantasies at work. A beautiful imagination.

But when we look in our eyes, why do we find them empty? Why don’t our smiles reach our eyes? Why do our hearts feel empty?

We all dream. But we fail to realize them. We fail to work so  as to make them true. We listen to society, to people and think this won’t work. That building castles in air is a waste. Why don’t we listen to us?

We cherish our comfort zones, our images. Of how we live and what people think about us that we forget we had dreams. We think about what people would gossip about. not what our dreams on completion would look like. We focus on our position in society. Not the work that can realize our dreams.

Why is it easy to dream of a pent house. Why isn’t working for it that easy? Because our actions, our thoughts are governed by fear. What if? Maybe I lose what I have working for what I want! What if, this dream of being AVP instead of an employee costs me my health? My job? My everything?

Why do we repeat the things we have always done? They didn’t get us to our dreams. Why would they now?

Maybe we just need to take a U-turn. Drive to that crazy path we once shun because of our fears. Because we thought it was crazy. Because we cared about what the world would think. Fear. Maybe destination is not that far.

Maybe everything is waiting and we are not able to achieve it because we are fearful of extending our hand.

Is burning one’s hand not worth if that gets one to his dream?

Like a Lover

I would seek you
When I need an ear
Would fetch you when
I need a shoulder
Would call upon you when
I desire an embrace
Would elope with you
When I am fed up of the crowd
Would just sit with you
When I desire silence
In togetherness, we would gaze stars
I would always seek you
Like a lover does

I Seek Alone

Exhausted assuming this role
I no more can console

My share of love would find me soon
Why should I fret, worry or gloom

I am tired of all the whine
To be them, they need some wine

Ungrateful, complaining souls
devoid of dreams, aims or goals

Fatigued, I seek peace
I seek alone