First of all a big sorry to all as i have just never been around. Even now all i could do is post this new one. Recession has hit me bad but i aint complaining, i m still fighting. Salsa'a a real boon during these time. My classes have swelled up. Life’s been not so bad in fact very good. Every time I have tried to create chaos and wreck havoc further to whatever damage already done, I have repeatedly been blessed with a fresh start, a new launch-pad. Here’s a new take on the poem, “Why so Serious????”. This time it’s me and my life talking to each other….
I have loved you right from when you were born
Giving you a destiny carved with sensitivity and care
You have been my favorite pupil
For only you understood my underlying true ideology
I am harsh for most, soft for a blessed few
People call me names but I don’t care a damn
They chose me each time they changed tracks to go forward
I might have been unfair, sad, harsh maybe even boring
I never decided what becomes of them when they grow up
Who did they meet or whom they fell in love with
Whom did they idolize, who ended up being despicable
All these were their decisions, don’t put it on me!!!!
Why blame me when the sky turns dark
When they miss the bus or fail in class
When they get rejected or when they are left alone
It’s their doing, own it or else fell good sticking it on me
Had they thought of it when they gave it their best shot
Of all that could go wrong, things that may fall apart
They would have been less affected, less pissed at me
But they were optimistic for it’s a virtue of the great
Ever thought what a pessimist but with brains would be like
A clever planned guy- opinionated but shrewd
For he would picture it at its worst before surging ahead
That way he would feel less jittered when it falls apart
They would call him names, talk behind his back
Constantly put him down, never giving him a chance
But he’s much beyond what you think, clever and smart
Not modest but well prepared, for he will always take me head on
He still does feel sad though mostly glad
For he knew things were rosy a bit far too long
Troubles and tensions would just come along
He’s prepared; he will just smile and put them aside.
No wonder he’s my muse, my blue-eyed boy
He will throng to achieve what most don’t bother to
The hunger in him so big that it can drown many like you
Because he knows me well, he will follow through
He will stand up every time he falls down
Start again every time I shun him down
Never say enough is enough because more will come
Keep running from time for that’s his worst enemy
I am talking to him now and I am sure he knows
Son you are a gem, a one in a million
I know I bruised you again but gather yourself like you always do
Wipe your tears, brush away your woes for a new day is waiting
Waiting for you to start your hunt again, time to move on
Look up and smile, “Why so Serious????”
