We are damaged,
We didnt realise,
We were not concious about it.
We were consumed by it.
We were damaged,
Even before,
In the womb?
No even before that.
Were we from bad seeds?
No we were from generations of damaged people,
Who infected and kept infecting,
With damaged minds!
We were artists,
And lawyers,
And doctors,
And engineers,
And securities,
And peons,
And teachers,
But we were very damaged.
Some of us believed strongly that we were better than others,
Some of us could sense we were all doomed,
Some didnt care,
Some didnt know what to care,
Many of us are still figuring it out.
Some of us rich,
Some of us poor,
But all of us suffering,
In one way or other.
Who is the most damaged?
Well, its not a competition,
If it would have been one,
It would have been pathetic.
But it is already pathetic,
Greedy to hold on to life,
Greedy for money,
Greedy for material things,
Greedy for complements and rewards,
Greedy for revenge,
We are all just so greedy.
We say we are humans,
We say it was all part of being human.
But we are not sure of anything.
We love one person today,
And we don't the other day.
Its like deleting their existence with you from social media is going to delete those memories,
But its foolish,
Memories exists,
They cry louder from your mind,
They pinch your heart,
A little drop of blood dribbles from it .
What commitment does parents have to their children?
Than colliding a sperm and an egg,
Than trying to keep up the family name,
Than proving the world about their fertility?
What do they know?
Why do they take up such a huge responsibility?
And then mess it up!
Why do they try for things they cant!
Why cant they just be.
We are all so damaged,
Because we were created to prove a point,
Of someones fertility,
Or money,
Or power,
Or lust,
Rather than love.
Well love is there,
But that is not the entire truth, isnt it?
Love happens somewhere after or before,
But pride,
Pride always stands tall marching forward leading the crowd of thoughts,
We pride for useless things,
We pride for nothing,
A sperm turning into a baby is nothing to be proud of,
Turning a child into a man is!
Being proud the tiny humans you created aced an international exam is just nothing,
When they have loved another things but hid it because they were scared about their parents,
They have dreams,
But mostly suppressed!
Somehow giving birth gave you all power over them!
As I said,
We are all damaged,
Badly badly damaged,
We would feel alot of rage,
When amazon or flipkart or mintra delivers a damaged product,
But we sure dont see it,
The most damaged is us!
Damaged beyond repair,
Damaged beyond recognition,
Pride,
Sinful,
Frustrated,
Angry,
Depressed,
Social media perfect crowds!
Comments