They sneak in quietly
and interfere in our matters subtly.
They make our life rough
They make the going tough
They are the bad guys in our life
and the cause of our anguish and strife.
Who are they?
Let’s talk about them one by one.
Let’s see if they can be shunned.
The first one is – Procrastination.
Yes, that unexplained, persistent hesitation
with a baffling definition.
Procrastination is a horrible horrible guy
It curtails our . . .
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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 . . .
Everyone needs that perfect protective shell,
Where we can live, breathe, grow and excel,
Without having the fear of the predator’s gaze
Where we can hide, retreat and rejuvenate.
Where we can shout, roar, giggle and wiggle
Be a dumb-head who fails to solve even a simple riddle
Without being conscious, like clown dwarfs,
Of those watchful eyes of hunter sharks
Yes, all of us need love, care and protection
Of that defensive shield which saves us
From the maddening, haggling, narcissistic rush
The egoistic selfish materialistic slush
Underneath which, I can be me and you can be you.
The real ME and the real YOU
Oh, so desperately I want to see the real you.
Oh no, not the facade, the real you.
No,not the fake you.
The unpretentious, unpolished you.
The YOU, with whom I can talk without being conscious
The YOU, to whom I can bare my vulnerable heart
The YOU, with whom I can take a leap of faith
The YOU, to whom I can talk about my hidden fears
Please be that YOU
Please . . .
“I want a lil bit of everything in life.”
Are you sure?
“Yes, pretty sure.”
It’s not possible.
“I’ll make it possible.”
But Man proposes, God disposes.
“Only for less determined. For people like me HE says, ‘Go ahead, I am with you!’.”
