They tried to pull her back,
but the day had come
when she realized there was no going back,
Enlightened means no return
to the way things were –
they could never understand that
So, they grow more frail by the day,
limited in their vision, as ignorance takes root
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She wonders if he
Ever thinks about her,
If there is anything
Left of what they
Once had and whether
It could somehow change
Everything that has
Happened to her up to now,
Console the disillusion,
Provide some needed respite
From the harshness of
Her own existence.
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Negativity is not always overtly depressive,
Positivity is not always overtly happy.
Negativity eats away, piece by piece.
It hides in the banal.
Its disguised by layers of colour,
Noise, applause.
Negativity is drip fed, unnoticed.
The bland
The ordinary
The acceptable
Even the comfortable.
Negativity keeps you in your place,
Convinces you
How good you’ve got it,
Fosters no hope,
Breeds joy in superficiality.
Negativity is not a natural state of mind.
No one wants it, yet
Its continually perpetuated by those
Who are blind to it.
Negativity tells you that Positivity is frivolous and childish,
Happy-clappy psycho-babble,
Is an immense effort, an uphill struggle,
A dream, stupid, deluded, unobtainable…
Well, it would, wouldn’t it? Its Negative.
Negativity sets you unattainable goals,
Holds up a false mirror,
Tells you that you need to be
What you can’t be…
But still you ache, drive, strive
To get there,
Concentrating all energy on it,
To the detriment of all else.
We played on the merry-go-round as kids,
but as adults, never left the apparatus
The comings and goings of another year,
boasts the side effects of a dizzying life –
a symptom she’s in the process of curing
You cannot teach a river
How to flow.
You cannot tell a flower
When to bloom.
You cannot advise a fish
To fly high in the sky.
We all are unique and will shine
When the right time comes.
I tried my father’s shoes.
They were too big. Still
I kept trying them, as said.
But it did not help; I’ve not grown
as tall as he.
I also tried my brothers’
shoes, shirts and trousers.
They too were big. Still
I kept trying them, as said.
But it did not help; I’ve not grown
as tall as they.
Now, with a receding hairline,
and with a worldview of my own,
I’m growing more and more into
the reverse of my young resilience!
And I don’t have to fit into
a certain height, certain build. Lifeworld
taught me so in the end.
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