Satisfaction, a soul can never afford!
"Don't give up." my dad said,
"Giving up is for losers;
Life is a race,
you gotta keep running."
"But I don't want to.
I am waiting for something,
something worth fighting for,
something that I badly want."
"Stop this nonsense.
If you want a happy life,
follow my words" said he
and left the room.
I stood there still.
I didn't move.
I was confused, gravely confused.
I questioned my existence.
There was a part of me
which wanted to listen to him.
I wanted to make my father proud
and see him happy.
But my surreal imagery didn't let me do so.
I started seeing demons in my room.
I was terrified. I cried all night.
The darkness consumed my peace.
But I imprisoned my agony in my own head,
instead of disclosing it to anyone
and giving them the choice of
speculating my insanity.
Well, finally I took a decision.
I stepped out of the chaos.
The decision changed everything,
distress to peace.
Weirdly enough, I started falling in love,
with these sweetly unpleasant persons.
I crack jokes and they laugh at them.
I no longer spend my nights crying.
I hate it when the birds start chirping at 5 a.m
when I'm deeply drowned in the fragrance of melancholy
of my 'friends', who are cradling me.
Satisfaction, a soul can never afford.
By the way, the decision I took,
was to win the race.
So I reached the finish line,
before anyone could.
Now, I am in the prime of ecstasy,
swinging away from the agitations of life.
But my dad, the poor man,
is crying, begging me to come back.
Satisfaction, a soul can never afford!