In pursuit of what we desire,
In the chase to quench that undying fire,
We aspire, conspire, face consequences dire,
Willy-nilly, we remain until we tire, until what we want we acquire.
They don’t demand, they don’t complain,
You find yourself turning to them for solace, for answers, when you’re in pain,
Good, bad or ugly, they stay with you for everything you are,
They help you heal your every wound, your every scar,
Bitch about, bicker with or betray, they’d never let you go, you’ll always find them by your side,
To her, freedom didn’t mean the right to raise her voice,
It didn’t mean the privilege to wear her choice,
It didn’t mean traveling around the world – living in, its every corner and nook,
All it only ever meant, was snuggling in, to her book –
For, it gave her what the rest of the world couldn’t – it brought her alive, it set her imagination on fire,
It gave her heart all the contentment it would ever desire,
By the window sill she sits, undisturbed, unscathed,
From the rest of the world, willingly detached,
Breathing in its scent, its story,
Relishing every plot it cooks, to glory.
Your time, you invest,
Spend it doing what gives you your zest,
With people who’ll stand by you, even when you’re a pest,
Create moments that’ll become the reason for your smiles, brightest!
Amidst the shambles, in search of thee,
I go in pursuit of making you my reality,
Hidden, until desperately sought after, you clearly choose to be,
But, hey, my eyes, open wide or shut tight, you are what they clearly see!
Yesterday, of all other days of my existence until now on earth, I found myself extremely grateful for having the privilege of a roof over my head. Ambitions and career choices aside, if there’s nothing else I do worthwhile in my life, I should in all possibilities, be capable enough, independent enough, to provide myself and atleast a few destitutes among the millions in the country a shelter, a roof over their heads, a place they could call home. Because, the fact that I’ve got a place I can call home is one major reason I’d be eternally indebted to my parents.
I don’t really know if I’ll live up to it, but I suddenly feel I’ve found my reason to live.
Why scamper when you can address the elephant in the room?
Why whimper, when you can forever get rid of the reason for the gloom?
Speak your heart out, let nothing trouble your mind,
Live each moment, unconfined!