Observe yourself,
Where does the idea of hard work come from?
Where does the idea of success come from?
Where do the anxiety and restlessness come from?
Where do the fear and shame come from?
Is it yours?
Is it chosen by you?
Or has it been injected so subtly into your mind over the years?
The fear of facing people who live around,
The fear of facing relatives,
I would tell them that I am not the success they want me to be,
but I am lost in something which I can’t stop exploring,
An adventure of adventure,
An art, a craft, a play, joy,
I am not a success which you will ask me for
I am not what you want me to become,
I am not one of you.
I am me,
Natural, as it is,
As a part of nature itself.
I don’t choose,
Everything comes on its own,
Things inspire me in themselves,
I don’t choose,
I don’t do if and but,
I don’t compare,
I don’t use formulas,
I don’t follow the 6 steps to becoming a success,
If my heart is taken by something,
So IT IS.
I am not going to follow your path to success.
You can look into my eyes and make me feel ashamed of
Not being like you,
Not following your ways,
Not being a success according to your idea of success,
As you imagine success to be.
Let me be me,
Please
keep your subtle pressures,
keep your dominating tone,
keep the rage in your eyes,
To Yourself.
What will you get in molding a kid in your mold?
The same mold which you yourself condemn when you are alone,
The same mold which you used to hate when you were a kid.
The same mold which you once wanted to break!
Let a kid be a kid.
Let an innocent one be innocent.
Let nature dance it’s dance.
Let life be life.
Share your wisdom with gentleness,
And watch beautiful things unfolding,
from a distance.
Let’s keep the poison of being one with society miles away,
And keep the purity closer,
As close as one’s heart.