Heart of Gold

I am growing up now,

Waving goodbye

To the sunday picnics,

To the sweets galore,

To the bed-time stories,

To the thrill of swinging.

I am growing up now,

Ushering in

The quiet commitments,

The paperwork,

The hectic schedule,

The unwanted attractions.

Lost in the sands of time

Are my wild dreams

Of finding fairies

In the spring flowers.

The magic pot of gold

At the end of the rainbow,

Is no more my desire.

Now I maintain

My own life,

Away from home,

Away from my roots;

Making new, difficult decisions,

Making my own mistakes.

No more does my dilemma

Lie within choosing between

Chocolate cake or ice-cream for dessert.

Now I see

The orientation of petals

Than the beauty

Of the flower itself.

However...

Somewhere in the mesh of growth,

Interwoven with the hurtful experiences,

Lies an urge

To break all norms,

To usher in the fairies

That made nightmares

Magically disappear;

To welcome

The warmth of the sun,

To sit

Under the cool shade of the peepal trees,

Play silly games,

Just run around freely;

Without the shackles of routine,

Of commitments,

Binding me to a place,

I don't even call my own.

The paperwork may pile,

My commitments may continue to rise,

But, this world

I call my own,

This world that gives me

Strength and courage,

An unnatural faith in myself,

Will grow with me;

And preserve

The dreams of the child

Who is no more...

And preserve

The dreams of the child,

And its heart of gold.

-Me

Graying Clouds

Saw you standing apart

In the clichéd crowd,

Marveled at the panache

With which you solved common problems.

Yet, now your energy reserve

Seems to deplete day by day.

Your style, your swagger,

Dampen as the clock ticks away.

Tall and bright that you were,

Now, you just remain morbid and silent:

Lost in a world

You want to call your own,

Refusing to realize

That it is not there where your heart lies.

Detaching yourself

From the promise of a great future,

Entering an unknown abyss.

Come back!

For your talent is too precious

To be drowned in wine.

Watch out!

For the road you are on

Only ends in a deadly cliff.

There is more to life

Than carving a path

That seems original only to you.

There is more to living

Than forming your own herd.

Don't give away

Innocence

At the cost of unwanted experience.

There is more to life,

There is more to you.

You are the promise

Made by the Heavens above

To the growth of mankind.

Don't sell away your genius

For a few pathetic moments

Of dazed bliss.

Apply your lessons, child!

Getting swept away

By the tide of wants

Is what everyone does.

Carve your original path, thus, kid,

Wade through the turbulence

Greed so infamously creates.

Here is where you prove your mettle,

Here is how you display your true potential.

Don't give up, yet,

There is more to life…

There is more to you.

-Me

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To,

Pinnacles of originality,

You are a one of the very few people I look up to and am proud to know. Please don't change who you are for temporary happiness.

Cheers :)

From,

A caring martian.

My Kin

You brought me

Into this world.

You taught me

The ways of life.

You gave me

A reason to live.

Then why

Did you turn against me,

My kin?

You were the omniscient

To my innocent mind,

My eternal guide.

Then why

Did you stray from me,

O creator?

Naïve I was

To have relied on you.

Clueless I was

To base my life

To live up

To your expectations.

Innocent I was

To let you

Convince me of having

Only the talents

You wanted me to develop.

Silly I was

To allow you

To guide me

Into complete misery.

Helpless I was

To stop you

From taking

The very life you gave me.

Help me understand...

Why strengthen pillars

Of emotions

When you intended

To break them anyway?

Show me the logic

Of giving life

Just to take it away.

Was it mere whim

Or was the purpose definite

When you chose

To misunderstand

And misinterpret

The words spoken

Or actions committed?

What am I supposed to do now?

Where am I to go

When I am in need of help?

Whom do I look to

When I need to show love

Or be loved?

Who will guide me

Or help me learn

When I make mistakes?

Who will appreciate

The hardwork I put

Into strengthening my emotions?

Who will praise

The struggle with which

I live through each moment of the day?

The empty void you created

Cannot easily be filled.

Do not teach me

The value of a promise

If you cannot respect it yourself.

Do not make me

Self reliant

If you don't want to give me freedom.

Do not teach me

The difference between right and wrong

And then pass off

Your wrong-doings as righteous.

Do not show me

How to be kind and considerate

When you yourself know no compassion.

Do not teach me loyalty

If you yourself cannot practice what you preach.

With this

My soul breaks free

From the shackles

You tied around it

Under the guise of responsibility.

Now,

My problems are mine.

My loyalty is

Towards my well-being.

You cannot cheat me

Any more into believing

That there exists

An emotional connection

Between us.

My freedom is all that matters.

The shattered shards

Of my faith in humanity

I now collect…

They need you to be fixed.

They will remain broken.

-Me