What does one do when all of it seems fake,
No wine, no cheese will help, nor cake.
A thunderous silence within feels so real,
People around look cool, say "No big deal!"
"What is it, what is it?" I keep asking in vain,
The Unknown is fearful and something winces in pain.
The big, "real", unjust world around I see,
While one suffers in hunger, the other's on a shopping spree.
Where one endures the scorching heat, the other is basking for a tan,
One making dough by a flinch, the other only thinks of a "surviving" plan.
"What is it, what is it?" I keep asking in vain,
The Unknown is fearful and something winces in pain.
Why is the agony not affecting me enough,
Am I bad, cruel, evil and innately rough?
What is it that I am missing here, are they like "keys",
At least tell me "You can find it!", it'll bring within peace.
But no! You don't do that, I ask, "WHO YOU ARE that I speak to"
"What is it that you understand? English, Spanish or Hebrew?"
Still no reply, I am tired of finding where this is leading
I'm questioning, listening, thinking and heeding
"What is it, what is it?" I keep asking in vain,
The Unknown is fearful and something winces in pain.
The REFLECTION says,
"Look within and you will see"
"Why don't you ask, "Who is this "Me"?"
"What you see outside is all you have inside"
"It's high time! Sneak no more, don't hide"
I say,
"I don't like this answer, I am telling you now"
"I am used to logic and only to God, I bow?"
Ah! I see this bias, I accepted, since the first day,
When I "want" soemthing I go "outside" and pray?
And yet, the question lingers,
"What is it, what is it?" I keep asking in vain,
The Unknown is fearful and something winces in pain.
No wine, no cheese will help, nor cake.
A thunderous silence within feels so real,
People around look cool, say "No big deal!"
"What is it, what is it?" I keep asking in vain,
The Unknown is fearful and something winces in pain.
The big, "real", unjust world around I see,
While one suffers in hunger, the other's on a shopping spree.
Where one endures the scorching heat, the other is basking for a tan,
One making dough by a flinch, the other only thinks of a "surviving" plan.
"What is it, what is it?" I keep asking in vain,
The Unknown is fearful and something winces in pain.
Why is the agony not affecting me enough,
Am I bad, cruel, evil and innately rough?
What is it that I am missing here, are they like "keys",
At least tell me "You can find it!", it'll bring within peace.
But no! You don't do that, I ask, "WHO YOU ARE that I speak to"
"What is it that you understand? English, Spanish or Hebrew?"
Still no reply, I am tired of finding where this is leading
I'm questioning, listening, thinking and heeding
"What is it, what is it?" I keep asking in vain,
The Unknown is fearful and something winces in pain.
The REFLECTION says,
"Look within and you will see"
"Why don't you ask, "Who is this "Me"?"
"What you see outside is all you have inside"
"It's high time! Sneak no more, don't hide"
I say,
"I don't like this answer, I am telling you now"
"I am used to logic and only to God, I bow?"
Ah! I see this bias, I accepted, since the first day,
When I "want" soemthing I go "outside" and pray?
And yet, the question lingers,
"What is it, what is it?" I keep asking in vain,
The Unknown is fearful and something winces in pain.
2 comments:
Arpita,
No body cares, why should you. Life is never fair. What is in my hands is for me to be thankful for whatever i have... after some of my experiences, i have started believing in destiny... Maybe everything is not in our hands and somethings cannot be explained.
"What you see outside is all you have inside"
"It's high time! Sneak no more, don't hide
"I am used to logic and only to God, I bow?"
Ah! I see this bias, I accepted, since the first day,
When I "want" soemthing I go "outside" and pray?
These words have summed up everything. And I mean EVERYTHING! The strife of life, the struggle, the disparity, the fairness and unfairness of it all, the feelings of relief when the comfort zone comes back, the unknown fear when we step outside and start questioning.
The doubts on our own sanity, when we see that others are doing just fine and don't see anything "wrong" with the "real world" we live in, can be quite unnerving
but Arpita, I would say these thoughts and questions should continue.
Because when we start listening to our inner voice then though uncomfortable, its the same "GOD" that we all search for and are told, is available that XYZ temple on the right side of ABC road of ignorance.
Keep sharing your creations and thoughts with us, I love them.
On the rhythmic side of the poem, you are AWESOME! :D
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