somewhere in the middle

There was a time,
I thought, the world is as same
as i used to think
those golden days of innocence
Alas………

I didn’t knew the real
Intentions of people
Never thought that it would be
Drastically Different from my
Perception………….

Life moved on….
My exposure to the people,
Emotions, relations, business
Made me wise or people say so….
Encountered many situations…
I don’t term them as good or bad
Coz, each is an experience and a memory
Just pleasant and unpleasant at that time

I lost my innocence…
I m no more naïve….
I m no more straight forward little
Rude rush kid, I m diplomatic
Learned tactics of dealing with many
I m no more upfront with the truth
I m closely guarded in my interactions
By myself….

Somebody said the other day
You always seem to be on alert
Does that mean, m not being myself??
Actually, she complimented me
But I know that was not natural self...
But the altered one to keep me safe
Is that wrong…
No never!!!

All of us would have crossed
This phase one or other time……
I m content this way…
But often I miss the happiness
Of being innocent….
You don’t know the other side
Of many then, it’s all green then
The world of me…

Those days, I never need to
Process my thoughts and words
Before they come out…
I could be as free spirited as I m inside
There were no two people
And two thoughts within me
It’s always one for the inside and
Outside……….

There is no doubt, in relations
There is no need to, read in
Between the lines……..
I know that’s not all life is
Just being innocent and naïve
Doesn’t help…….
one need to learn and unlearn
Many a tactics of life…..

It’s all called experience and life
But sometimes, it feels good
To think all is ideal
within us and around us,
though it’s not so…
Ideal doesn’t exist……
But it’s all real world……
A mixture of everything…..

Each one of us is a combo
Of innocence and guilt
We try to balance
Between them……
as Morrie puts it,


“Life is a series of Pulls back and forth… A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band, and most of us live somewhere in the middle……” Correct!!! Is n’t he??

 

Thanks so much rgs for fb, ofcourse I agree with you, nothing can be achieved / changed by crying over the spilled milk.. its just flow of thoughts sometimes.. i understand that we need to cross it this way and need to be content.

Once again thanks for your first fb, it feels good to see your fb anytime.

 

Ohhh... happy to see you shyamala here in this space with fb

And thanks so much for fb and relating it so well, yes that is what my point is...INNOCENCE WOULD NEVER COME BACK...

Tuesdays with Morrie is my all time favourite book and nothing can beat it, i would recommend to it all. The book has deep impressions on me.

Very happy to note that you think this can be nominated as finest, i dont think blogs can be nominated under finest post category. The thought of nomination is enough for me too feel happy that i scribbled something of worth.

 

Thats too good lines strangerrr. Thanks for the fb.