I watch them go to work every day
They always know what to do and say
“It’s a stable job and it’s got good pay”
Their heart hurts, but they go anyway
They hate their bosses, they hate their jobs
And yet they flee to work in mobs
Another day, another dollar
Their voice is choked beneath smoothened collars
Somewhere they’re convinced that they’re tired and duller
Though deep within their souls, they’re bursting with colour
Inside there’s an artist waiting to break free
Somewhere deep inside you & me.
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Author’s note: I know that I haven’t written in a while, so here’s a poem entitled The Easy Choice about how we are often confronted with decisions where the easy option isn’t the right one and how human nature often dictates that we run away from our troubles and in the face of adversity. I hope you enjoy it and take back something from my poem.
I walked the path of journeys old
Memories, of grime and gold
And wondered, nostalgic, what the cause
to leave what I loved doing truly was
What made me take the other route?
Who crushed my dream with fear and doubt?
Why did I choose to leave my load?
When I had reached but a mere crossroad?
Was my will so weak that I could not see
beyond the obstacles and adversity?
Was I so blinded by that I impetuously fled
so solely consumed by angst and dread
so unable to see what I could encounter ahead
that I forgot the reason why I tread
the road of what could have been?
Only because I lacked a win?
And now I wistfully reminisce
in seemingly utter comfort and bliss
Yet in my heart I feel untrue
to joy and passion for what I do
So if I again I am confronted
If all my hope is weak and blunted
In toil and work I shall immerse
And emerge victorious from the greatly adverse.
One day I pondered, prayed and asked,
Would you be proud if I had fame?
If even in places obscure and vast,
people knew and praised my name?
Would you be thrilled of my success?
If whatever I did, I was the best?
Unsurpassed, and nothing less,
If I wore victory like a crest?
Would you be pleased to see me rise?
And conquer every challenge faced?
Win each and every single prize,
every time I run a race?
God replied, “Sure, perhaps I would,
but maybe a little more if you paused your run,
took time out to do a little good,
and chose to have a little fun.”
Fighting teaches us a lot, and we have evolved to learn. We know when to attack, when to hold back and when to tolerate. The only new feature we have as a species is forgiveness. Though forgiveness seems like a virtuous, peaceful and heavenly quality, it is also entwined with numerous rules. We learn when to forgive, when to ignore and when to dismiss pleas. We learn when people are manipulating us, levying false and dishonest apologies upon us. This decision making process is what makes each of us unique. If we unknowingly dismiss honest and integral pleas, we are merciless. If we constantly forgive people with malicious intents, we are pushovers. None of us wish to be used or to be ruthless, but both conflict and mercy require difficult decisions that we sometimes simply cannot choose between. This seemingly simple and slightly uncommon situation actually occurs on a daily basis all around the world. The choice between hate and love, war and peace and between revolution and tolerance is the choice that leads our species on the precipice of indecision, and if wrongly chosen, disaster.
Author’s note: The lane is an extended metaphor of life 🙂
Many souls have walked this lane
Perhaps searching for something to gain
Some unknown and some of fame
But few I really know by name
Some walked in sunny, pleasant strolls
For them, happiness filled their souls
And some have tried to leave their mark
while some rushed along in the dark
Most people pace the street in haste
but only few savour the taste
of the walk they walk and things they hear
and the things they love, and the things they fear
Travellers listen to the sounds
that almost erupt from the grounds
the laughs and love from much before
the hurt and hate that make them sore
The sound of people who cried and cried
Or the people who stood tall and defied
Only the sounds can really guide
In this long street, there’re no rules applied
Some people live their lives a lie
Some people walk on with a sigh
Some fill themselves with hope and pray
But no one really knows the way.
I’ve seen them run of course, but that’s fine
The street is large and can’t confine
Perhaps they’re just exploring time
and hope they don’t find dirt and grime
But this lane is quite new to them
It can praise and can condemn
The trick is to keep walking, though
And make your pace quite soft and slow.
“We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.”
Thousands of years ago, the Greeks believed themselves to be at the centre of the universe. At the time, the idea was plausible, believable and since it showed the human race in a godlike form, widely accepted. Humans, although civilised, were hardly advanced. The Greeks enjoyed seeing themselves as powerful and important beings, and at the core of everything.
We have come far from that belief, and humans have uncovered radically different truths about our role in this vast and unending universe we call home. We have discovered that we are a minuscule and insignificant part of an unimaginably large collection of matter. Continue reading “Human Ego”
Author’s note:- this is a short piece written on 11/03/2017, describing the thoughts of a girl who loved the waters. Tell me what you think of the description in the comments! (This was written in 6th grade)
The water was her world. There was no judgement of looks, no unnecessary small talk with people who considered themselves superior, and no constant competition to be the best. While swimming in the lake, one could only watch and simply observe. Nothing but that moment was important. You solely observed the magnificence of what lay before your eyes, without running away to complete errands. Scuba diving was not just her hobby, but her enlightenment as well. She discovered many facts that could not be obtained in her daily life. She discovered that if you didn’t live in the moment, you didn’t live at all. One must see through the mind as well as the eyes to think clearly. The way to learn was not just to read textbooks, but to experience the wonders that are waiting to be sought out by you. So, to her, the waves were her wisdom. The tides were her thrill, and each and every moment she spent underwater was special.
Worn and weary from the long-hour day,
This is the worker’s everyday plight,
But no one will complain, nor should they,
when they settle in for a calm, relaxing night.
Author’s note – for all the people slogging all day and working so much to accomplish their dreams – keep at it! Make sure you take breaks, and if you can’t, allow the night to ease into sleep. Don’t complain – it’ll be worth it in the end! ~ Urvashi ❤