How Ironic Is the Way We Live

Many steps we take we make compromise

Any new we do we are taken as surprise

They judge us every now and then

What would it be like if they are not here

While the world is not looking…

We make our emotions live

We make our heart free

We dream and we aspire

Though we know this isn’t our real attire

While the world is asleep…

We count our bruises that we received 

We open up and cry until we go all dry

We accept things that we can’t in crowd

We curse ourselves that we fail to do aloud

While the world is silent…

We act, we sing, we dance

We try all that we know we ever can’t

We know we aren’t more a puppet in a circus ring

But still we do fantasize to be a king

While the world is away…

We judge ourselves, we compare ourselves

We change ourselves, we re-frame ourselves

Even most rigid person bends his bones

Even superman retires when he is alone

While the world isn’t listening…

We accept our defeat

We speak our thoughts

We listen our words

We do negotiate with our principles

While the world has shut his eyes…

We conquer, we win

We surrender to our outer being

Looking at the world long gone

We try to find a place where we belong

While the world is asking us…

Living together kills a part in us, Living aloof brings us out

Want to live for who we are or pretend to be who we aren’t?

This is a dilemma to decide and find a way to live

Really how ironical is the way we actually live.