Why do you care now ?
Life is not easy, you build it up slowly
To care for the temple which is our body,
You certainly did not take vow-
Then why not let it rot gradually?
Precious blood is what flows through veins, not sodie.
You know the dangers, now make vow
To keep clean and care for yourself properly
So that life turns better not for you, but everybody.
Sour filled life, do we learn from those ?
Little miscreants in life, these tamarinds.
A wonderful tangy taste, break the shell and you have them.
A lot of it though would make you sick.
Once again , when the tamarinds come in view , you taste them.
Mental strength was what you needed to see me cry,
Did you have it in you , to hold me , ask me to let it out?
Deciding the fact for me , you walked out
My tears did not stop mid-way, nor did it wash everything
First time, I would say it was alright
But the second time, I knew you couldn’t handle me
Not expressing your emotions, you wanted me to put a hold on mine
Mine spluttered and in a second you were out of it.
Was I afraid to be your shadow?
Make me acquiesce to your whims?
Live my life to your standard,
Take every turn the way you asked,
Or was it always my own shadow?
Sleep deprived was what they called me,
Awakening myself at odd hours,
Why would I do that to myself,
Did I gradually start to forget the rules,
Rules of life and society-
Or was it only the mind numbing ambience?
Thinking about chocolate chip cookies,
Breathing in and out the pleasant breeze,
Did I ever think , it is the Optimism?
Something I fight with, instead of the criticism-
Seeing the squirrels play around,
My mind feels active and sound,
This little entities of happiness, that I carry
Will never let me tarry,
Love from all of you,
Makes my life bright with wonderful hue.
Believing in my intuitive sense ,
I took a leap of faith;
Would it be a mirage or a real pond,
Risks were plenty, the desert has a lot of them-
It is upon me to decide, which path to follow
And understand who would stand by me forever.
They were meant to intertwine together,
With their proportions unmatched,
Leaning on each other would not work;
Coeval relation, was what they desired,
Anger burned and frustration killed them-
Only when two of them learnt to be amiable,
They did twist , turn , formed a nice braid.
On earth, walking, numb
Mind seems to decide its own way,
My feet are taking a turn.
P.S. – I don’t know , why I wanted to write this . But my mind does really know how to work on its own.
There standing in the room,
Suffocating would be the perfect word;
Coping up with me I knew, is difficult
Doing it for years, but being blamed for
I think my cheeks literally need some slapping.