Being ME

The quintessential optimist in the 20 something me, once told me,

Wisdom comes with age

Calm demeanor is just a bend away

Patience will find a home in you

Gayatri Devi’s grace will adorn you

You will restrain from expressing at the speed of light

Hiding your emotions wouldn’t be such a fight

Parents love will make room for respect

Two decades later, I am still the same!

First to stir a hornet’s nest

Paying obeisance to constant motion

A fervent supporter of being perennially occupied

Occupied but devoid

With emptiness increasing my void

There is more to me than these chores which fil my day but not my soul

It prods me to be a better me

But my abhorrence for me, makes me imbibe a part of you

A part of a patient spouse, a caring child, an accomplished sibling, an ambitious colleague, a giving friend

While I go around the room, picking the best from the rest

My soul is at unrest

In all this conundrum a small voice speaks

Pick me, choose me, love me

You have looked around and the haze has settled

Can’t you see my child, this is what you were born to be

Why do you detest me so much?

Cause I am different from the mirage that attracts you

But its this comparison with me, that makes the mirage so beautiful

So, pick me and be you

20 years hence I am me

Cause I choose to be me