Its that time of the day,
When everything around me comes to a standstill
and I start climbing my thoughts hills.
Its the time when my conscience supersedes the unconscious
I retrospect all my actions and their repercussion.
Trying to satisfy all that comes my way,
I mold myself everyday like clay.
Its more like a predicament, an entanglement,
Bound by the chain of my own thoughts,
I think,think and think a lot.
Blocking the immediate need of hour,
I work less and think more,
I think,think and think to the core.
This is one of the biggest loopholes in my life,
Just because, I always try and look the other side.
I may not take everything as a granted treasure,
and do everything just for my own pleasure.
I may leave behind many unfulfilled desires of my own,
For I am neither a mechanical toy nor a clone
I understand, that life demands a flow,
and one can't compete with the surroundings, by being so slow.
But, being a human, I have social responsibilities,
Even if it means, hindering a few of my abilities.
But,sometimes I do succumb to the need of the hour,
Don't always measure me by my actions
For may be I mean something else
and something else are your percception.
Okay. The need of the hour is - a mutual talk. I like the theme; but, there are some of my concerns, which are very serious. I can't chastise you here. ;)
ReplyDeleteThe second last stanza made its impact. The last one was sort of unnecessary.
The one including "predicament" was awesome.
As far as the rest is concerned: we'll talk in person. Not here. :)
Tagada sis.....gud thought...
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