MASK: Its again
NO. There is always a saturation point of every person. We all might come across such dichotomy of life when we feel that we are just living in solitude. People say that have a cup of tea and a bowl of pop corn and watch the show. I can never be part of that fake show. Yes I have friends and hundreds of them. I have enemies equal to the number of friends. I also have those people who keep on switching between friend and enemy. I keep on asking every time that is this a good person? I just hope that this guy don’t break trust or this one does not just forget me or this one don’t play politics or this one does not value my friendship. But it all happens and it goes on in opposite direction
One of my friends told me that parth listen no one is selfish or no one forgets but its just matter of time. So i said yes matter of time and proportion of usefulness. 2 of my friends visited my home twice or thrice and lived for 2 to 3 days and then when you meet them in future then there would be hardly a smile on their face.After some days they will again call me and might not even call though they might come to my city. So that's the point, now i don't need you.
THEY ALL ARE WEARING MASKS..........ALL PEOPLE AROUND US ARE WEARING MASKS....
WE WILL BE LIVING HAPPILY AS WE ARE UNABLE TO "RECOGNIZE" OR ABLE TO "ADJUST" WITH THEM......but for ME its better to be MISANTHROPE.......
The poem is about something which many people feels. Its about those masks which are wore under so called relations and friends. It starts with current situation of a person and about his past in alternate paragraphs. paragraph 1st,3 and 5 th shows the solitude of person. 2, 4 and 6 shows the reasons behind it.The paragraph 7 and 8 are the epitome of all that I want to explain here.:)
Never ever thought would take that long way,
In search of truth trotted on the way.
Those stars up in the sky,
A picturesque darkness and shining pearls nearby.
Started in search of truth, love and real friends,
kept following the years old trends.
I wore the sunglasses of illusion on my eyes,
A mistake that showed me love instead of lies.
Now alone trodden on the road with a pair of jeans,
It was indeed the dichotomy of my genes.
Playing with mirage of trustworthiness,
Became the epitome of nefariousness .
A group of friends always what I had,
A close friend that what I lacked.
My sunglasses made me the nail on wall,
They kept hitting unless I was all gone.
Hopping down the lane was a lonely aspiring finder,
Threw away those glasses and became a gambler
Took a risk and gambled relations and friends,
Kept hoping that this relation will never come to an end.
Nail fallen down battered hard,
Unknown that I was the dart.
21st century as all of them said,
parth be as fake as you can.
Its a dog eat dog world as they said,
Use your brain that they never said,
They will remember you and lick your ass,
Once its over a punch on your face.
The thing that hurts and creates sympathy,
Is I loved , trusted and befriended and they showed apathy,
I completed all of their tasks and waited for my turn to ask,
They smiled and just changed their mask.....just changed their mask...just changed their mask...:(
I am not saying to hate all but its me who have faced such people, so always follow as shown in this image
-Aspiring Finder (PRS)
Parth R Sanghani
Heart,
emotions, tears, laughter, is part of our life. Love, Relations,
friendship, etc is different phases of life. I always feel as if I have been a
nail on the wall which is always hit and used till the painting is needed and
then no one counts me. When we are coloring our house, we will not even look at
that nail and will just extend the color of walls on it also. Then comes the
time when we are decorating our house and then we remember this nail which is
just hanging over there from days and we happily hang our painting on that
nail. A 2 ft painting depends on that .5 inch nail. The amount of trust kept by
a painting worth thousands or lakhs of Rs is dependent on that 50 paisa nail
and then the painting just keeps on hanging and hanging unless a day comes when
due to some reasons the painting falls down. As it falls finally we will say,
“there is some problem with this nail only ". We will hit that nail again
with hammer and the story continues. The analogy seems perfect match for most
of the readers reading this. You all might feel the same thing that yes you are
that nail on the wall which has been battered, mutilated, lambasted, hurt, disfigured,
smashed, shattered, punished, thrashed, wrecked, disabled, broke
,assaulted , butchered , crippled , crushed and finally destroyed. You are used
and used pretty well. The above words are not in their perfect means of
destroying the person but it’s about destroying your trust, love, care,
respect, relation, admiration, appreciation, courtesy, honor,
account, assurance, confidence, credit, dependence, expectation, faith, truth,
hope and other various feelings which are uncountable for a layman.
It’s those same fake faces who are wearing that weird smile on a simple and
pious face. It has happened with me always, I have been outcast-ed or
maybe it might be my thinking. Yes there are all
the possibilities that I may be the culprit or maybe there is some so
called chemical locha inside my DIMAG, But maybe that fake faces are always
around me or maybe i am gullible enough to be cheated with those mask that
they all are wearing and moving right with me. The world is Dog eat dog world
and it’s the survival of the fittest but would a person keep on loving others
and follow their trends?
NO. There is always a saturation point of every person. We all might come across such dichotomy of life when we feel that we are just living in solitude. People say that have a cup of tea and a bowl of pop corn and watch the show. I can never be part of that fake show. Yes I have friends and hundreds of them. I have enemies equal to the number of friends. I also have those people who keep on switching between friend and enemy. I keep on asking every time that is this a good person? I just hope that this guy don’t break trust or this one does not just forget me or this one don’t play politics or this one does not value my friendship. But it all happens and it goes on in opposite direction
One of my friends told me that parth listen no one is selfish or no one forgets but its just matter of time. So i said yes matter of time and proportion of usefulness. 2 of my friends visited my home twice or thrice and lived for 2 to 3 days and then when you meet them in future then there would be hardly a smile on their face.After some days they will again call me and might not even call though they might come to my city. So that's the point, now i don't need you.
A
story of couple of my friends who are now no more friends. The reason was one
told other to just check his gf whether she is loyal to him or not and after
just one day that guy accused of flirting with her. Such losers are people that
they neither can keep their love nor friends. In my past 6 years I have battled
such mean, nefarious people and I have now chose solitude in place of friends.
For me the word friend is as hypothetical as vampires. People believe of its
presence but neither have I experienced nor I want to. Many people reading this
might call this as one sided affair or shit but that’s what I have experienced.
The only reason is I am unable to adjust the word "adjust". I can’t
let go fake faces. I can’t forget what a person had done with me...yes I have
been dense enough to befriend that guy again and again becoming a part of
movie.
THEY ALL ARE WEARING MASKS..........ALL PEOPLE AROUND US ARE WEARING MASKS....
WE WILL BE LIVING HAPPILY AS WE ARE UNABLE TO "RECOGNIZE" OR ABLE TO "ADJUST" WITH THEM......but for ME its better to be MISANTHROPE.......
The poem is about something which many people feels. Its about those masks which are wore under so called relations and friends. It starts with current situation of a person and about his past in alternate paragraphs. paragraph 1st,3 and 5 th shows the solitude of person. 2, 4 and 6 shows the reasons behind it.The paragraph 7 and 8 are the epitome of all that I want to explain here.:)
MASK AGAIN...
Never ever thought would take that long way,
In search of truth trotted on the way.
Those stars up in the sky,
A picturesque darkness and shining pearls nearby.
Started in search of truth, love and real friends,
kept following the years old trends.
I wore the sunglasses of illusion on my eyes,
A mistake that showed me love instead of lies.
Now alone trodden on the road with a pair of jeans,
It was indeed the dichotomy of my genes.
Playing with mirage of trustworthiness,
Became the epitome of nefariousness .
A group of friends always what I had,
A close friend that what I lacked.
My sunglasses made me the nail on wall,
They kept hitting unless I was all gone.
Hopping down the lane was a lonely aspiring finder,
Threw away those glasses and became a gambler
Took a risk and gambled relations and friends,
Kept hoping that this relation will never come to an end.
Nail fallen down battered hard,
Unknown that I was the dart.
21st century as all of them said,
parth be as fake as you can.
Its a dog eat dog world as they said,
Use your brain that they never said,
They will remember you and lick your ass,
Once its over a punch on your face.
The thing that hurts and creates sympathy,
Is I loved , trusted and befriended and they showed apathy,
I completed all of their tasks and waited for my turn to ask,
They smiled and just changed their mask.....just changed their mask...just changed their mask...:(
I am not saying to hate all but its me who have faced such people, so always follow as shown in this image
-Aspiring Finder (PRS)
Parth R Sanghani
