Every day, I'm sure it happens with you too, there
are so many things people say to you, so many things those puppy faces do to
you, out of jealousy, agony, anger or simply for innocuous reasons. If you
start compiling them down or linger on to them for longer duration god knows
how enormous can that pile be. Bronx cheers, shady remarks, taunting and twits,
well there just too many ways to pull your legs and problem is people around
you know you too well to use them when they feel like. Does that bothers me ?
Yeah pretty much. I would be lying if I say
otherwise. But, I've made something clear to myself that all these people are
nothing but road-blocks. They are just there, lying on my way where I intend to
go. I guess they do a little good to me by keeping me on a leash. For an
instant they do push me a little on edge but I make sure to drag myself up, or open
up my parachute in time in case I make a wrong jump.
Thanks
to those Mystery Spots in our brain where all this clutter is not only hived away but
clandestinely buried and blocked so that fallout is almost negligible to naked
eyes.
Each day brings its petty dust
Our soon-choked souls
to fill,
And we forget because
we must,
And not because we
will.
~Mathew Arnold
Does that bother me ?
all those nitwitted trumpery talks
those words when processed in my head
I let them walk, ambulate across my neural highways
keep riding, with speed bumps, across the alley all the way.
Does that annoy me a lot ?
all those wasted wish-wash talks
they do boil the fluid inside me, tempering me
those little nagging nick my skin so tough, though
in check, I always am, when reasons not swell enough.
How messed up I am ?
keep singing to me that song, if only
often coated with jaggary, those nuked taunts
aimed right at me, they do make a tangible depression
on the crest, of heart of mine, are in for stirring impressions.
What do I do ?
I keep my calm and go off of the tangent
dive into music and drift along the sound waves
of my song, pull a curve along my face projecting straight
no, it really doesn't
bothers me, and I carry on with my life's parade.
My mind lets go of a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings
~ T B Aldrich
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