So I was reading this ‘poem’ that I’d written back in 2010.. on the 15th of November, 2010 to be precise, and I realized how life goes around in circles. Either it goes around in circles, or I haven’t learnt anything at all in the past 4 years and I’m in exactly the same position (maturity and wisdom- wise) as I was 4 years back. Since the latter is not a very happy/ uplifting thought and also for various other reasons, I’ll presume that life does go around in circles. I’m facing the same situations again. And I’m revisiting the lessons that I thought I’d learnt back then. When I wrote this poem that’s going to follow, I obviously must have thought that I’d grown up enough to not be required to face this same shit again. I was wrong apparently. We don’t learn lessons like these very easily now, do we? Read on.
I used to think life was about elves and pixies
Little fairies and angels
That pranced around trees
Wishes, on shooting stars
Wondrous rainbows -shadowing mountains afar
I was content with the world
I was free as a bird..
But then practicality struck..and I grew up.
I used to think people were comrades to be trusted
Who cared for each other
And for company, who lusted
Friends, they’d die for
Out of friendship- they’d never mature
I’d thought ‘twas an uncomplicated place
Where lived the human race
But then I made ‘friends’..and I grew up.
I used to think that Love was what made the world go round
True love was a possession
Because it was rarely ever found
Feelings, were hot property
If accompanied by veracity
I’d thought it was an easy search..
Of such Love, there was no dearth
But then followed bad experiences..and I grew up..