If they'd given all they promised, my friends
And if they'd taken all they envied, my foes
If it weren't for those little surprises on my way
What'd have happened to me and my lovely today?
Am I the sum-total of all they've given?
Or should I take them, all I possess,
As the hidden hundred they refused to purloin,
Treating them useless, a heap of garbage?
I'm eager for love, the love that craves
No more than a simple acknowledgement
But how can I return the favours forgotten
And those lovely little blessings in benign silence?
There're people to remind, nay nag and prod
I've loans to repay, borrowed before I was born
I don't believe them but that doesn't matter
Life's a loan to redeem-just a credit register.
What's hidden has more charm than what's seen
And here's the darkness, abysmal and intense
I'm a guide unto myself, heedless and blindfolded
And I'm a moving entity in search of my sweet end.
Yet I'm sprinting a lifetime, alone and restless
The eager million around scanning my speeding steps
They're unaware of my sweet end, a dream unto myself
I just cherish that to survive, the mantra of my existence.
A. N. Nanda