Listen

I am so tired

of this mechanical routine

for this never-ending quest for power.

of attractions of manipulation and being used

with tall promises in this rat race.

of technology and this constant buzz

with notifications from people who know it all,

talking about tick in the boxes and bucket lists.

of looking at screens with fake portrayals

with manufactured love and satisfaction.

of hiding, of not sharing, of living in denial

of not understanding of not being open

with my ego changing my very core.

of fights, of misunderstandings, of jealously

and retorts with jibes, insults and sarcasm.

What did I gain from all this?

What did I do all this for?

What balance did I seek? What I got instead?

When did I stop looking at smaller things?

When did I start going so fast that I stopped being who I am.

My heart longs for the sunset, the sparrows

the river, the super moon and the flower.

Of torrential rain and getting drenched

like two little kids with gay abandon.

Of walking, along on a sandy beach

Collecting shells, talking to the sea and breathing salty air.

Maybe all this was an eventful chapter in life

Over abruptly as the pen dried up.

But I have realized that to love and to be loved

You don’t need things, you just need to breathe and listen.