Protest | Ananya S. Guha
If you do not enter
the heart
now, there will
be pain.
A poem in offing
sealed coffin
and, all those poems
up at arms, in protest.
If you do not enter
the heart
now, there will
be pain.
A poem in offing
sealed coffin
and, all those poems
up at arms, in protest.
I stand and stare out at the world
As darkness takes its final breath
And light seeps round the edge
I revel in the quiet grace
And here I make my pledge
I shall not live this life of mine
In worried thoughts and sad regrets
Of things I have not done
But turn my face up to the dawn
And glory in the sun
Tho’ while it’s true that I may have
A shorter time upon this earth
Than even I can tell
It shan’t be said that I have gone
Without that I lived well
Don’t walk too close
to the edge.
I won’t always be there
to save you.
Play your music and practice
your dance, but don’t
do that in the middle
of this traffic.
I can only do so much,
giving warnings where
I can.
We see what we want
Yet rarely chase it out of
Fear and long-standing despair
Never taking those random
Chances in life and love
That tend to spring up
As we battle our own
Inner demons and failures
Self-doubts abundant
Staggering thoughts
An angel on one shoulder
And a devil on the other
A perpetually confused mind.
Arguing with oneself is
Like arguing with a
Battered old suitcase
Tired and weary of the
Fight yet willing to carry
Our stories; it’s the
Will I won’t I, knowing
Desirable things come
When least we expect them
Depending on which
Shoulder we listen to.
pretty good is truly as good as it gets
take my word on it, don’t make any bets
decades of experience reinforce the plot
don’t push it, be happy with what you’ve got
improvements turn out to be a mirage
so enjoy your man-cave in the garage
this is the best advice I’ve ever had
pretty good usually beats pretty bad
Im turning off my phone tonight,
and I’m turning off it’s sidekick, social media
I’m turning off this world
It’s too noisy
I can’t hear my heart… can’t even hear my own heartbeat
Can’t hear my drum
All I hear is everyone else’s drum, and they’re all so loud
It’s not even my rhythm
and it’s definitely
not my song
I’m turning off my phone tonight
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