so as the last effort to rescue me
they came in,
dressed in the ultimate cool lifestyle.
they handed me all the tools that i might need
to break away from the ‘sad’ in me.
they filled me up with clocks that told the wrong time,
told me that i would get used to the thrill of it.
told me to scrape down
whatever stands in my way to happiness.
told me my happiness should now be
keeping an eye on the better guy, the better job,
better photos on social media to highlight the same,
weekends in lightless room with strangers.
when i became nauseous from too much change,
when i ran into the fire
to save the idea i had of myself,
they held me back,
told me i would develop a taste for such things
i just needed some help, some influence,
some liquid courage, some castles of smoke,
guts to throw away everything that doesn’t serve a purpose.
they told me to talk like the ones who hurt me
and to call it empowerment.
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I am Nayana Nair. I'm 28. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted to be a writer (and also a teacher)..But I don't think I have the skills required...this blog is just my attempt at becoming the writer I always wanted to be...Blogging for few years, I have realized I am more of a poet (although, I am not sure that I am good enough for that label)...I hope I realize more about myself through writing.
Thanks for dropping by!! Hope I didn't disappoint. :)
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Very powerful write. You have described one of the current problems so well. Indeed, people are getting inclined or forcing themselves to incline towards such fragile means of pleasure
Everyone is forcing each other to be like themselves these days. And just to find a companionship or a sense of belonging to a group, we end up changing ourselves, which I do not exactly support. I am not entirely against ‘fragile means of pleasure’ if one by nature is drawn such things, but I do not like people forcing such things on each other. Peer-pressure I guess.
Really glad that you liked reading my poem 🙂
Thank you so much:)
True. You have said it aptly. As for ‘fragile means of pleasure’, absolutely if one is drawn towards such things, if is her/his choice. But still I feel one should try to find peace and happiness in things which are morally upright.
lot of angst packed in this, even the rebels toe the line in the name of power
I agree, sometimes it goes a bit too far. In some cases, it not exactly in line with the ideals that they start with.
Since I don’t keep myself up to date with most of the stuff, and since I have a narrow range of observation and thinking- so I cannot say for sure what I say applies to everyone. 🙂
That’s very mature and humble of you.
This is strong and I believe this comes from the heart. Happiness is subjective yet we always let it be defined from the society..
I agree. Happiness is not some standard template that fits all. We all are different, and we are bound to attach different meaning and reason to this happiness. This a difference that we must learn to accept, instead of thinking that our definition is superior to others, and trying to force it on others.
Really glad that you liked my poem 🙂
Thanks a lot dear 🙂
Exactly Nayana. Happiness is different for different people. Some fine happiness in money and fame, while some just want to follow their passion while they are ready to risk it all.
It’s my pleasure!❤️
How very insightful Nayana. Those last two lines say it all. Another brilliant poem
Thanks a lot dear 🙂
Glad you liked it 🙂 Means a lot 🙂
Uphold and powerful post
Glad you liked it 🙂
Thank you 🙂 😀
My pleasure Nayana
Extremely powerful, sometimes it feels like we have to give something of ourselves up in order to fit in with materialistic ideals.
I agree with you on that. The shallow things we get in exchange of parts of ourselves that we give away, is not enough to fill the emptiness created in us. All such materialistic things have a very short lifetime, only a fraction such pleasures last.
There is one quote “You can get back what you lost, but you can never get back what you have thrown away.”
Sort of applies here as well I guess.
Really glad that you liked my poem dear 🙂
Thanks a lot 🙂