Reflections
We always want to be in another’s shoes
We love to crib and advertise our woes
To every solution we have problems no clues
We won’t pay up till the other pays his dues
Pages and pages are filled with vision astute
Each seer gives a lecture on positive attitude
He doesn’t have to follow the shallow feud
He has enough bank balance to be outright rude
Based on daily inferences I used to think everybody thinks
Till I came across some folks who thought thinking stinks
Life is kept simple and uncomplicated and unwittingly cool
To express surprise at such simplistic devise I am considered fool
The plush interiors the shiny exterior
The smooth sound of an engine so sheer
Zoomed past me on the road one day
That was the brand new Jaguar, I say
The street urchin looked up in utter awe
He saw in the car what I never saw
Bread enough for days to come
For a family unfed unclean cumbersome
Plastic enough to cover the rooftop
No waiting endlessly for the rains to stop
One uniform that lasts for years
Fees can be waived so can the tears
That black Jaguar spelt aspirations so different
Images gatecrashed upon emotion spent
Every day I dream a new dream
While I am awake and well within sense
Aspirations goad me towards an extreme
Hope invariably breaks into my defense
I don’t exactly have to be
President John F Kennedy
Or Michael Jackson nor Tiger Woods
Just what is wrong in being me? Continue reading “I appeal”
One day as I was walking down the dusty road
I met somebody who called himself “to be”
He wore a bemused smile on a face fair and broad
He exuded a strange infectious kind of energy Continue reading “One day”
Today is a new beginning to everything I know
My eyes open to a new day and follow the flow
The sun and its rays, the wind and its power
Every speck in the universe is changing by the hour
Its take off time.
One day I started off to school
I don’t even remember when and how
Back then I did what I was told
I look back and wonder now
The routine route to education
Did not seem great fun somehow
One day I started off to college
With a fillip in my step
I had vague ideas of getting knowledge
But hardly any prep
A little while later it was time to acknowledge
How little it did for my rep
One day I started off to work
A whole new world to explore
Not one task did I ever shirk
Was I being naive and raw?
Work can at times drive you berserk
As expectations soar
One day I started off. And halted
LIfe had come to a circle full
I needed to know just where I faulted
Mad pace required a lull
Slowly but surely I revolted
Mass mediocrity had made me dull
Every morning you start to go
somewhere or get something
Do you really really know
What you want from the beginning?
Or are you too only part of a show
Which must go on without thinking?