Wednesday, June 27, 2001

How Easy It is....

How easy it is to lead a life of duplicity,
When there are no tough moral choices to make.

How easy it is to violate every law,
As long as you think you wouldn’t get caught.
To copy software illegally,
To cheat on taxes,
To use office property like your own,
To lie about the actual hours you worked,
To go and talk dirty on the Internet under the cloak of anonymity,
To play politics and rationalize that’s the way to get ahead in life.

How easy it is to gossip about others,
To pry into their private lives,
To assassinate their character,
To laugh at their misery,
To rudely cut them off when they are talking,
To kill their spirit by spiteful and snide remarks,
To lie through your teeth and convince them you are sincere.

How easy it is to feel jealous,
Even about your friends’ success.
How easy it is to invent reasons,
Why you couldn’t do it and they could.

How easy it is to forget about your parents,
Once they have made you what you are today.
To convince yourself you are doing your bit,
By sending an occasional card or some cash.

How easy it is to think
Your child is getting good care,
While all you do is, substitute time with money,
And personal attention with the latest toy.

How easy it is to convince yourself it’s just a friendship,
When you know very well,
If not for the lust that lurks beneath,
You would never even bother to talk to her.

How easy it is to let your heart decide over your head,
By believing in all the crap about romance you read.
How easy it is to wonder later what went wrong,
When you know very well, it never was there in the first place.

And how tough it is to do the proper thing!
Dear God! How tough it is to make the right decision!

Friday, June 1, 2001

They don't understand

People don't let me be with my thoughts.
My thoughts about you.
They just don't understand.
They interrupt me constantly.
They ask me about this,
And they ask me about that.

They don't understand how it feels,
To drop down from cloud nine to earth.
Here I am thinking about how you were glowing,
In the evening light like hope itself,
And here they come and ask me
What I think about the weather today.

They don't understand how tough it is,
For an artist to go back to his half-done painting.
Here I am sweeping the brush of my imagination
On the canvas of my mind,
And here they come and ask me
Who I think would win tonight's game.

They don't understand how it feels,
To wake up from a pleasant reverie by a grating sound.
Here I am dancing with you among the stars
With angels playing music around us,
And here they come and ask me
What I feel about the latest scandal.

They just don't understand.
To understand something as powerful as this,
They should have experienced emotions
As intense as mine at least once.
To understand why nothing matters to me any more,
They should have loved someone like you in their life.