The way I see it....

Well, I figured if I can try my hand at writing, I thought why not poetry? It’s not like I’m good at the other one, anyways! So here it is…

THE WAY I SEE IT…..

Gone are the days when privacy meant solitude,
When joyful celebration was with a multitude.

I laugh at my past,
When I thought humiliation meant my last.

When the only person to hear anything was the guy in the mirror,
My life dragged on, fearing even a small error.

When tears meant shame, and publicity meant fame,
I cannot afford to lose- my life is no game!

One day, under the sun- hot and blinding,
On the dusty road-long and winding,

Rode an angel and the air was no longer stale,
Wait a minute! Is this a fairy tale?

She approached me as gentle as a breeze,
And suddenly I could hear everything-men, animals and trees!

They had been talking to me all this while,
I never listened; nor returned their smile.

In an instant realization dawned,
From the ruins of the old, a new life spawned.

I now have my privacy even as a part of the Whole,
And I party all night without the knowledge of another soul.

I laugh at myself more often than They do,
And why not- I see myself more than They do!

I shout my mind to the wide world,
And to annoyed by-standers I say, “Wait till your life is unfurled”,

I wet anyone who is kind enough to offer a shoulder,
And every time I cry I find myself a shade bolder.

Name and fame- Oh, that helps a lot!
In a world of one-day heroes, I’ll be one more on the trot.

My life is a never-ending game,
Victories and failures-they’re all the same.

I’ll live it fully till I’m finally tired,
But with the satisfaction that till end I fired.

But what if I wake up one night with a scream,
And realize that the angel was a part of my dream?

I’ll sit up and slap myself real hard,
And be disappointed that I just need a reason to be a coward.

When this wonderful life is given to me on a golden platter,
Angels and fairy tales- do they really matter?

- The New Kid on the Blog