It stares me in the eye
Like a sarkari office peon certain of my imbecility
I turn away
Chewing on my lower-lip in concentration
This question that comes up at times
The answer that I struggle with most times
Give me this day my daily bread
Also tell me how I should be
Should I stash my woes behind the daily dose (of laughter)
Or treat this life as pursuit for nirvana
Check for expiry dates and tell-tale signs on birthday gifts
Or maybe believe. Just believe
A goal. A goal. Should I set one
Or just drift along till I see someplace to anchor
Believe all men are born equal
But then why do so few rule and many others - just root
There is no - to be or not to be
Am and want to be
But what, and why, and how
That is mainly the question.
So why do you wanna know "what, why and how"? What happened to the other girl who once wrote this - "But I yearn for the romance of not-knowing. And I revel in it"? :)
ReplyDeleteKnowing myself is important. Critical even :)
ReplyDeleteToo much introspection wonly! All the best :)
ReplyDeleteHow have you been and more importantly, where are you? And, have we decided upon who is having lesser time for the other this time around? :P
Shit seriously, I introspect too much :) And we already spoke about the other thing and came to the conclusion that, like the other time, it is you.
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