What am I to do?
Thoughts and theories all absurd,
words of wisdom, surely heard-that
when they fight- the heart and the mind,
stick to the heart, an answer you'll find.
But at rare times, when afar goes this fight,
when sense and conscience, both seem right,
when bound am I amidst "how" and "why",
what am I to do?Just give up and sigh?
When I have not the power to set things straight,
and I have not the courage to trust my fate,
when wisdom within me is still unseen,
what am I to do?Stop reacting to the scene?
When laughter echoes every plea for support,
and sans any support,discouraged, sinks my boat,
when the fire in me seems to burn in vain,
what am I to do? Simply swallow the pain?
When issues hit me and I want to fight back,
and might is all I need, for I have the knack,
when glances and jeer, are all in return I get,
what am I to do?whine, worry and fret?
When many around me wish to stand up and speak,
and many other, a changed lifestyle seek,
when my life is ruled by "I-don't-know-who"
what am I to do?I have not a clue...
I speak my thoughts out to the people I trust,
and their comments about it, tell you I must,
they sing the same song, but are just as lost,
they are just as pained at a helpless cost.
It aint no mere reason, but a genuine one,
what we seem to lack is that loaded gun,
to trigger the otherwise ignited submission,
to show us what we see not-the right direction.
And again I risk my thoughts and my theories,
perhaps absurd, but do answer my queries,
who be that sun, I look up to already?
where be that gun, I wish to closely study?
When all agitation merely ends in talk,
and to seek a solution, none leads the walk,
when it irates me further, to sit and watch,
why do I still await, an already burning torch?
When none wants to lead,but all seek a change,
and all sit in agony and indignation and rage,
when awaited is he, who is yet to be born,
wouldn't this world, in due time, be gone?
As I sit to pen down,these thoughts unclear,
and you read the same, I can see our thoughts near,
and yet I hesitate to think of something concrete,
for I seek not a war, that ends in a defeat...
words of wisdom, surely heard-that
when they fight- the heart and the mind,
stick to the heart, an answer you'll find.
But at rare times, when afar goes this fight,
when sense and conscience, both seem right,
when bound am I amidst "how" and "why",
what am I to do?Just give up and sigh?
When I have not the power to set things straight,
and I have not the courage to trust my fate,
when wisdom within me is still unseen,
what am I to do?Stop reacting to the scene?
When laughter echoes every plea for support,
and sans any support,discouraged, sinks my boat,
when the fire in me seems to burn in vain,
what am I to do? Simply swallow the pain?
When issues hit me and I want to fight back,
and might is all I need, for I have the knack,
when glances and jeer, are all in return I get,
what am I to do?whine, worry and fret?
When many around me wish to stand up and speak,
and many other, a changed lifestyle seek,
when my life is ruled by "I-don't-know-who"
what am I to do?I have not a clue...
I speak my thoughts out to the people I trust,
and their comments about it, tell you I must,
they sing the same song, but are just as lost,
they are just as pained at a helpless cost.
It aint no mere reason, but a genuine one,
what we seem to lack is that loaded gun,
to trigger the otherwise ignited submission,
to show us what we see not-the right direction.
And again I risk my thoughts and my theories,
perhaps absurd, but do answer my queries,
who be that sun, I look up to already?
where be that gun, I wish to closely study?
When all agitation merely ends in talk,
and to seek a solution, none leads the walk,
when it irates me further, to sit and watch,
why do I still await, an already burning torch?
When none wants to lead,but all seek a change,
and all sit in agony and indignation and rage,
when awaited is he, who is yet to be born,
wouldn't this world, in due time, be gone?
As I sit to pen down,these thoughts unclear,
and you read the same, I can see our thoughts near,
and yet I hesitate to think of something concrete,
for I seek not a war, that ends in a defeat...
6 Comments:
But your thought sword never fails to cut the rusty heads off...So u won the war!
Encapsulates the eternal fight one fights with oneself. Good one, more so because,(who says i am not an egotist?) it speaks out my mind too...that too, very well.
i guess this one surely didnt come up in a jiffy..but lot of rumination of thoughts went in/out. Keep that going..and keep writing.
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if ever,i have come across a prodigy who made me stop dead in my tracks in sheer admiration and disbelief, that prodigy is you! grrreaaaat one!
describes some of my emotions n feelings pretty aptly a really good one keep writing!
Tripti
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