An Unfulfilling Circle


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 !

Life and Passion

I’ve been here for so long,
Writing about where we as humans belong.
For a while now, I’ve been singing this song,
Without knowing about the things around.
Naive, I may have been,
But, I was just following my dream.
Spreading the word of passion, spreading the word of love,
Many did try before me, but none of us want to evolve.
Does passion really matter?
I have been asking myself this for some time!
I don’t know why it took too long for me to answer,
For without it, my life here would really have been a disaster!

Everyday, I wake up and start my day,
I only see stories along the way.
I can see people, who are stuck with a routine,
I can see kids enjoying their first day as a teen.
I can see an old couple experiencing a movie, without getting offended,
And I can definitely see the capable ones staying silent.
Why is it, we are suffering this intolerable violence?
It could be physical, it could be mental, lord knows what.
May be, it could be because, we have stopped caring about art.
Can passion change humans?
I still remember, a kid from my school, who danced with only one hand.
His passion definitely brought mine back to life,
And only thing that did bother me was, how much did he have to stive!

I sit down and watch the news,
All I see is bunch of people screaming, just for some views.
Defaming anyone they feel is guilty,
While they just randomly, sip tea and coffee.
Deconstructing rhymes and lines just to find something that is not right,
Well, don’t you read the disclaimer, that it’s a work of fiction, and not every word should be right!
If they do love critiquing, how good would they be in writing?
Amazing I believe, for they can create a fake story, which can destroy a man’s history.
I look around and think,
In this situation, can passion really sustain?
If it doesn’t, the work of many generations would be in vain.
For I can assure that passion can bring the change,
For the voice of it, can reach ears and eyes of even those who aren’t in range.

A blind can feel an art. A deaf can feel the music. A dumb can sing!
For there is nothing that can stop the passion within.
It’s like like the engine of the soul,
It’s the only thing that can help one reach their goal.
Getting up is never easy after they are down,
But when one has the passion,
They could easily win that crown.
But in reality, no one would want it,
For they know, they aren’t in for that.
I do say, passion can make every one a better person,
For it did teach me, the most important of lessons,
All you have to do in life, is keep going,
Even when you feel nothing has been moving.

I’ve been here for so long,
I don’t know how I ended being this strong!
I’ve seen things around me falling apart,
Calling me towards my unhappy past!
Loud, those noises may have been,
But, there is a lot throughout my journey, I have seen.
Holding on, staying strong, I know it’ll help me in going far!
All by my side was that one thing, the kept me hooked to that star!
My love for poetry, immeasurable it may be,
All I know, it made me believe in me!
All I know, it did make me free!
All it did, was prove how passion does matter in shaping in a destiny!

Everyday, all I pray, is for a future that I always wanted to see
A world where people rise above what they have been groomed to be,
More than a puppet, that is stuck in a routine,
Chasing something that they have created an illusion of in their dream!

Hope this poem helps you in any way! Oh, one person who could be an inspiration in this sense could easily be Beethoven. His love for music never left to cease even after his hearing ability began to deteriorate!

Do drop in your thoughts on this poem and will be back with another post soon! Like and share it, if you feel life here can get better!