We are all surrounded by a particular bunch of
people who care about us more than anyone possibly can . Family, relatives, teachers, oldsters
and several nameless faces. One thing that they constantly try is to relate and connect to you and your alleged naïve life. They constantly feed you with their own specialized
and exclusive opinions. As they are physically and intellectually beyond you
sometimes things may go little awry. They cite examples, narratives, stories
and target you with rich and varied armada of experience they have gathered in time gone by.
There's nothing wrong in it... I think it's the best thing that can happen to a
person. But this road of mutual sharing and understanding is very tricky in nature and full of twists, turns
and bumps and pits.. There are times when we find ourselves in opposite camps.
"Family's incessant love and likeness has
often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us
together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains;
blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings
that jar us at every movement."
~George Eliot
You speak and listen
about everything,
everyday
incessant loops of rebukes
approvals, we try and
connect
in all possible ways
we never say or talk
about
the slight diversion
in your version and mine
that palpable variance
which breathes along
semantics
and deductions we apply
adduce evidences we
witness
but compensate for in due
time
like those barely visible
overlapped layers of
rainbows
your persuasion runs over
mine
leavings its imprints
somewhere along the
fringes
but transmuting in to
mine
times may arise
when we stand across
I might do something you
oppose
methods might differ
so are some choices I may
make
you schooled me well
made me a cultured youth
there are nibbles of you
in every step I take
You ain't wrong, neither
am I
issues we jiggle and pry
you say,
you are now once
were we
I say, just for a change
don't think much and
don't worry.
