Lote-Tree
10-10-2007, 10:52 AM
Duty
Here it is always empty,
Always without a hope.
Into the screen you stare,
While the Mind goes wandering
Somewhere beyond the rooms,
Freeing itself of all burdens,
All limitations and like summer clouds
Raises itself from all gloom and despair
And journeys on through time and history,
Through art and philosophy,
Through silences and conversations,
Seeking out moments of joy and laughter,
In the ruins of the vast storehouse
Of the experiences of life.
Why is it that I suffer this unbearable loneliness?
This neither here nor there,
This neither going nor leaving?
Stuck like an insect in a spiders web,
Unable to free myself, unable to cry aloud
For help?
Always struggling, always
Forced to accept this burden, this heavy
Weight of sadness that hangs around my neck
Like a hangman’s noose.
Why is not possible for me to abandon
All this and start again and again?
From the very beginning to the very last?
To be able to freeze a moment in time
And with every joy in my heart experience it again
Anew?
To be able to forget about today or tomorrow
Or yesterday in the past and live care free
Like summer daffodil blooms in the breeze
Or like the rays of the sun embark on a
Million-year a journey across vastness of Space and Time
Seeking out worlds of wonder
Or fall from the sky like the monsoon rain
And gather myself in little pools of crystal clear waters
Where insects dance on the surface in the midday sun.
To be able to come and go
At the blink of an eye,
To be able to
Just “BE” and not “BE”.
Today my head hurts, at the back
I feel certain pressure and
Waves of pain radiate out from the centre
And my neck becomes stiff.
But why am I here in this derelict of an existence?
To be with with people who despise you,
And you in turn try hard as you can
To be nice, pleasant and agreeable
To those that hate you.
And in the end you always fail, always
Break down in tears that others can’t see.
Why do we have to suffer at the hands of others?
And they that have the power to hurt
and they do.
They that have the power to mock
and they do.
They that have the power to demean and degrade
and they do.
Why not freedom from all this,
Why not Joy in the existence itself,
Why not like the wind be here and there
Go where we desire or wander like the stars
Across the heavens?
Restrictions you say.
Human beings need boundaries you say.
We need a certain limit that that cannot be broken or breached.
We need barriers you say, need restraint,
Need gravity to stop us flying out into space
Or collapsing inwardly
Towards the centre of our being.
We need order you say
We have duty you say
We have responsibility you say.
We have have have...
And bow my head and stare blankly at
The screen again while the Mind goes wandering elsewhere...
Here it is always empty,
Always without a hope.
Into the screen you stare,
While the Mind goes wandering
Somewhere beyond the rooms,
Freeing itself of all burdens,
All limitations and like summer clouds
Raises itself from all gloom and despair
And journeys on through time and history,
Through art and philosophy,
Through silences and conversations,
Seeking out moments of joy and laughter,
In the ruins of the vast storehouse
Of the experiences of life.
Why is it that I suffer this unbearable loneliness?
This neither here nor there,
This neither going nor leaving?
Stuck like an insect in a spiders web,
Unable to free myself, unable to cry aloud
For help?
Always struggling, always
Forced to accept this burden, this heavy
Weight of sadness that hangs around my neck
Like a hangman’s noose.
Why is not possible for me to abandon
All this and start again and again?
From the very beginning to the very last?
To be able to freeze a moment in time
And with every joy in my heart experience it again
Anew?
To be able to forget about today or tomorrow
Or yesterday in the past and live care free
Like summer daffodil blooms in the breeze
Or like the rays of the sun embark on a
Million-year a journey across vastness of Space and Time
Seeking out worlds of wonder
Or fall from the sky like the monsoon rain
And gather myself in little pools of crystal clear waters
Where insects dance on the surface in the midday sun.
To be able to come and go
At the blink of an eye,
To be able to
Just “BE” and not “BE”.
Today my head hurts, at the back
I feel certain pressure and
Waves of pain radiate out from the centre
And my neck becomes stiff.
But why am I here in this derelict of an existence?
To be with with people who despise you,
And you in turn try hard as you can
To be nice, pleasant and agreeable
To those that hate you.
And in the end you always fail, always
Break down in tears that others can’t see.
Why do we have to suffer at the hands of others?
And they that have the power to hurt
and they do.
They that have the power to mock
and they do.
They that have the power to demean and degrade
and they do.
Why not freedom from all this,
Why not Joy in the existence itself,
Why not like the wind be here and there
Go where we desire or wander like the stars
Across the heavens?
Restrictions you say.
Human beings need boundaries you say.
We need a certain limit that that cannot be broken or breached.
We need barriers you say, need restraint,
Need gravity to stop us flying out into space
Or collapsing inwardly
Towards the centre of our being.
We need order you say
We have duty you say
We have responsibility you say.
We have have have...
And bow my head and stare blankly at
The screen again while the Mind goes wandering elsewhere...