The Reality Of A Troubled Heart

Everyday is routine,

His heart wonders, why?

He tries to follow what he's told,

And he wonders, why?

He's pushed, he's forced,

'If you don't do it now,
You won't be able to live in this world',
so he was told.

He followed the suit,
it's always ace, two, three,
For they do not know,
It's at the end, the king's always going to be......

He tries to reason,

why?
Why do people do it?
Why?

They draw a circle which he's not allowed to cross,
And his heart wonders why?
They call it 'life',
And when he's restless,
They strike him with strife....

His heart becomes troubled,
It's flooding with rain,
And when he can't hold it anymore,
Tears flow with an unceasing pain....

His mind accepts his being,
For he doesn't need sympathies at their disposal,
They start to call him 'brave' and 'strong',
little did they know,
He was burying himself slowly all along....

He tries to bring smiles to people's faces,
They say, 'he's a nice guy',
Laughs and cheers that last for a while,
And at the end, he's just a memory passing  by.....

He asks why?
Why are people not genuine?
Why do they hide their tears behind a veil of lies?
Trouble is, he always found himself in their eyes.....

He asks why?
Why is it so hard for them to part with lives that don't make sense?

They silence him.... 
'That is how it's gotta be.... '
They say, 'don't ask why..... 
We followed it, so is it for you to live by and see..... '

He stopped asking why,
For he didn't want to hear another lie....
They called him 'mature' and 'full grown',
Little did they know,
He was not reaping the fruits that they had sown....

He followed their routine,
By now, he had learned to stop asking why,
Just wonders sometimes,
It's so easy to live without the word 'why'....

He stayed in their company long enough,
They taught him some more routines of a so called life....
Now the time came for him to live by....
He changed....

Every time he steps out,
He wears his veil,
Preps himself for the world,
Folded his sail.....

He cast himself out,
Out went the troubles from his heart,
And they honored him, 'a practical guy'.....

he thought to himself....
'Perhaps for a life without worries,
It would've been better,
If it were like this from the start.... '

And he continued,
To live a life that he was not a part,
Followed lies that didn't make sense from the start...

(And after decades passed through sand through fingers... )

A small boy came to him with a troubled heart,
Troubled like he once was.....

He looked at him and said....
'Don't ask why,
I followed it and so is it for you to live by..... '

Little did the boy know,
                             He just wondered, why?

-Jeswyn m. 




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The Jist Of It All


This is about any person......you, me.....pick anyone.....we all go through these stages.....
We are born with the quotient of curiosity within us.....but that is killed in the due process of living......sad but true........
We are told that we are maturing by the pressure of the rat race...but instead all it does is decrease the meaning of a life that is curious to things......which is essential to understand the surroundings and ourselves...

do we intend to hurt our kids?? no!!
but we do it anyways.....

we dont need answers.....we need results......

doesn't matter if we didn't answer the questions troubling in our hearts......we just dunk ourselves to the bottom of the ocean...