Is it the fear or the passion,
That keeps us on our toes;
That keeps us wandering,
Through this maze with crores.

I want to ask this question,
To you, to him, to her;
To anyone, far or near,
What do you live for?

A student misses the deadline,
Does he fear the punishment;
Does he dislike the knowledge,
Or is it just to pass time.

A worker makes a mistake,
Does he fear losing the client;
Or is it the fear of losing the job,
No one can really tell.

A lover cheats on his girl,
He feels guilty only later;
When his girl finds out,
But there was none earlier?

A captain orders to loot and kill,
And destroy the enemy bunkers;
Is there no remorse in what he does,
Because only for the country he feels?

There are a lot many examples,
That can’t be written here;
Some don’t even see the light of day,
Or are heard in the whispers from the mouth.

So tell me, what is just,
And what is not;
Is it to adhere to the society,
Or be like a different fool?


The self titled monster

#poem #monster #self #confidence #fear #grow #pride

What is the self titled monster,

or rather who?

Is it the dreams you have,

or the money you show?

Is it the greed in your mind,

or the curiosity in your eyes?

Is it the dive for the prey,

or the longing when you pray?

Who is the self titled monster,

is it you? Or it’s the fear within you?

You call yourself a monster sometimes,

but what did you do?

– Siddarth