how things change 😢
#change
Category: Indian poet
#stayhome
What about Monday Blues Today?
WE or THEM – doesn’t matter
When the Wrong happens to THEM
WE are not bothered
WE don’t react
WE think
WE are safe
Well . . .
It’s ok
WE are not one of THEM
but WE forget . . .
The Wrong spreads its fatal wings too fast
Its mammoth clutches are too cruel and gigantic
and WE nurture the Wrong with our deliberate apathy
And very soon it forgets to differentiate between
WE and THEM
Moreover, when hooliganism spills on the roads
none remains untouched
WE or THEM
doesn’t matter
it affects all of us
WE or THEM
doesn’t matter
All have to face the consequences
WE or THEM
doesn’t matter
In fact, WE don’t know
for whom the bell tolls
what will be the Wrong’s next whim
what will be his next fancy
And
WHO will be his next victim
WE or THEM
doesn’t matter
because
strange are the ways of the Wrong . . .
The Choice
I had to choose between
Him and my dreams
Obviously I chose him
because,
Once upon a time
He was my biggest dream
And I knew
If he is with me
I can see many new dreams.
I had to reshuffle my priorities
so that I could stay close to him
And every time I did it happily
I changed with the changes in his life
Because I knew
Once upon a time
He was the only change
I wanted in my life
And I knew
If he is with me
I can change every change
into a new opportunity.
So I deconstructed myself
again and again and again
Just to be with him
I know loving someone this much is strange
but
He is my happiness
He is my love
And you know
Love is blind
happily blind…
