Conformity

Today,
I saw a million opinions
go up in the air
and melt into clouds.
By evening, I was drenched –
in someone else’s thoughts.

By night,
when the judgments
and rain
had finally stopped;
I looked for myself
in puddles
that lay on the ground.

I saw a person,
shaped
by what other’s think;
Empty and dull;
One with the crowd.
Me? – I was washed away.

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Wayfarers

If I told you,
that around the corner,
there is, a different world-
Where your truths are frail
And your fears are but dreams-
Would you, my friend –
open that door?
Walk out from rooms lived in,
Discard wants of long before?
Or would you tread even more
In old longing’s light?
You have lived them, you know –
those dreams of yesteryear.

It is miserable to want,
Only what you want.
Or are you now disinterested –
in the unfamiliar?

Why need fear the unknown
when monotony looms large?
Have you not chased butterflies
and found new hues
and a new delight – every time?
A nudge and a push away,
a new path carves itself.
We are but wayfarers;
Let us be true to that.