Just another day of toil, it was for that guy,
Years of working hard, he had lost his hope that one day, this life would bring him peace.
Waking up and following that routine life,
To catch that scheduled rail, every day, he would strive!
Just another day of this charades he thought this would be,
But things never remain the same, and that day was one such instance,
Listening to the customized playlist of his, he continued his day.
Observing the entire crowded space, he could wonder what their stories would be.
Someone reading that fiction, that was a major hit,
While some listening to the old classics!
Gossip around the air, among that group of three,
Some kid, trying to get free, because of the unending curiosity.
And sometimes he could see familiar faces, living the same life.
Looking at this, did lighten his heart, as he starts his day,
Reaches his workspace and greets the ones he knew,
As the day kept going, he did feel exhausted,
Never was a point in his career, was his work appreciated,
By the end of the day, he kept asking himself, why he entered this field,
He just had his fake smile on him, and got up as he thought he was done for the day,
Well, the 9-5 job did think otherwise, and he had to stay back,
The energy to continue though, he did lack.
And finally, when he did leave, he looked around, there was not a single soul around him that he could see.
The walk back to get that rail, made him feel a bit frustrated,
A long weekend ahead it was, and the crowd did multiply,
He felt, how long would he let the job kill him like this
And this led him to again observe the things around him,
Looking around and guessing every one’s story,
He soon started to realise,
His life was far better than those whose life was filled with lies,
His heart, though broken, still had hope.
He could do better in life for he had so much more of strength and source that some did lack.
All he had to do was take that leap of faith,
But, he never did, for he lived in his comfort zone,
All this time, he just wanted to play it safe,
Forgetting his dreams to be free from things around him,
Yet giving his life a meaning!
All he wanted in life was to inspire someone,
So, he went back to his base,
And picked up his weapon that defined him truly,
He cleared the dust of the constant pressure of the society,
And started to write,
The feeling of purity started to flow back to him,
He wrote something of that sort after a while,
While writing, his eyes did fill, while he had a small smile,
For he knew, this is something people would like.
And he did not stop that night,
He went on for hours,
Until he finished his piece
That eventually gave his heart some peace!
All it took, was just another bad day,
And some stories to get him back on his way.
An unfulfilling circle, life is. We run and run and run only to eventually return at same spot we started, while expecting things to change.
It is often at such stages of life, people tend to forgo their happiness for the sake of things that matter for only some time, but I feel, life would be way better, if they did stick to what they love doing.
Hoping people realise the need of art. Let me know your thoughts on this and share it. On a side note, really grateful for the love I’ve recieved this year, with only a limited number of posts, I have recieved the highest number of views this year, and I appreciate this! Thank you.
I will be back with another great post, until then, #LIVEyOURLIFE !