Insana Vagabundo

Demons

Namaste!!!! ( Going the Indian traditional way). I hope all of you are having a wonderful time. And those who are not, this too shall pass. So worry not. Put a sweet smile and a brave face and bang on.

I would also like to acknowledge that I have got 29 reads so far. I am feeling very happy. I didn't think people would actually read my work. But I guess, I am just lucky in that case.

Without further ado,
The poem is....

Shrewd mortality!
Confining in concealment,
The prerogative of a personage.
All are demons in hiding,
There are no sage.
Selfish fetish muzzled the meek,
Humanity became day by day weak.
Battered and bruising,
The metamorphosis repeatedly snoozing.
Are they scared,
Of the battle between them and themselves?
Or are they in a reverie,
That it is always going to stay as it can be.
Change is a challenge,
And only a few seems to manage.
They have their heads in the clouds,
Oversighting the contemporaneous, being proud.
The day of the decay,
A reality not far away.
They are marching in arrogance,
Towards eradicating their essence.
Never has the existence felt this helpless,
Man against mankind has made a mess.

So for this poem, I will first start by describing the theme because majority of the people who heard this, couldn't get it. So here it goes...

This poem is about the struggle of the virtues and vices inside a human. How people are now blindly following their demons and making them gradually more powerful. In today's world, man has gone against mankind. All are in a rush to conquer something or the other, putting the others in a pedestal. And if it continues to be exercised, the world will soon become a not so happy place to live in.

Also, this is what I thought while writing the poem. It is open to be criticized or deciphered in a very different meaning from mine. And if you think of it, it will be great if you could just drop down a comment. Reading your perspective will broaden my horizon, for sure. I will be waiting. I do wait, actually. Anytime there's a notification, I hope that it's from you guys. You can even drop a comment saying just "hi". I WILL REPLY. Because you are my family.

And here comes the story time,

This poem was written when I was really down about the situations that were prevailing. I failed to take the right path and instead of just letting it go, I overthought. That is my specialty. I overthink a lot. And then my overthinking resulted in creating a very different parallel world in my.mind which was all against the situations. And then I could not get through it. But it was later when I had a good chat with my friend that I understood that I had completely forgotten the reason which was so minute and a made a mountain out of it. So it was my fault. I was on a verge of destroying something so beautiful just because I was allowing my mind to prosper in all the wrong directions.

And that is it, I hope you continue to shower your love for me. I will be showering my love, for sure. And I hope that you always take the right direction in your life and just a saying that I remembered right now,

"If everything is not right, go to left."

And obviously there's Robert Frost with his 'The Road Not Taken' to inspire you.
" I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference."

Till then,

Pyaar se pyaar karo.
(Fall in love with Love)