well the poem is about how ppl run away from things when they cant face the truth... especially in relations.... and tell themselves things, protect themselves to make themselves feel better.... sort of self denial... Not based on one particular incident, infact a part of a sort of my personal grouse against the whole world.... and my attitude of understanding their problems and acting accordingly.... which a lot of times is a no-goer really.... its like saying that ppl a lot of times have to be dealt the way they treat us, even though u can look beyong their anger, stupidity, behaviour etc... and the last para talks about them acting as a know all.... to make them more comfortable ofcourse.... thats it.
The End, they say....
The End, they say....
What is '' The END'' ???
The beginning... to another.....
''The END''. Ha.
I play my part....
'The world's a stage', they say...
Who fell the curtains ???
I don't know...
It wasn't me.....
I prefer the open ending,
Meandering, the slow death...
Brought, by time.....
& change....
Natural....
Unconditional...
Like the rower in d troubled seas,
the swimmer lost somewhere in the storm....
the actor keeps on....
Unwavering, Unflinching...
Wavering & Flinching inside.
Not holding tight.
Shapeless....
The actor, playing all his parts...
all the time...
Will he rest one day ????
It's hard to say....
The End, did you say??
It makes you feel so light...
Didn't you know O' baby...
It is all, in your mind.
THE END, huh, then so be it !
The end to crossing the line.
Set it, and I will follow.
I bet you will cross it soon,
The day you feel hollow..
So let me welcome to 'your' world,
The landscape, clear and white...
The colours, bright and shiny...
The form too... cheery on the outside.
I wish you luck, all of it...
You need it baby, allright...
coz you have dared to know
& dared to END...
What even time didn't know...otherwise.
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