Reflections Poem by Namrata Suryawanshi

Your empty words won't soothe me,
I am too complex to be tamed by your farcical philosophies.
Your rigid virtues, selfish moralities nauseate me,
Your fake smiles, fake living, fragile egos,
your sick ambitions, selfish aspirations,
I can see it all.But I maintain my silence and an apparent indifference.
But no, I can't follow your ways.Nothing attracts me to such a life,
Your worldly possessions won't allure me.
Your crude patriotism and politics, your fake pride and emotional coldness sicken me.
You are your car, your house, your money,
your parties, your hangovers, your labels and brands,
There's nothing more to you.You end there.
I am an unfinished work, a task in progress, a vessel to be filled, an unexplored continent.
and I will take my time.
Yes, I am a pool of confusion, irony, contradiction, a victim of my own inner upheaval
but I have a chance that you probably don't.
I may be obnoxious because I challenge your ideology,
because I question too much,
because I am not happy with the current state of affairs,
because I ask for some changes.
because at times, I am agnostic and a nihilist,
which creeps you out,
because you can't gather enough courage to face these demons.You are just so afraid.
But there is one more thing that separates us,
You hate me endlessly
but I,
I don't hate you
I don't pity you.
I don't even condemn you.
I only request you to come on this side and see the view.
Who knows, you might be the knowledge we all seek,
you might be the light we need in times so bleak.
But the journey is long and the path is not clear,
and certainly, not without a possibility of a catastrophic failure
like a faithless soul, lost in the vast dark space.
May be that scares you.
But how long can you go on fooling yourself and run away from the 'question'?
You want a quick-fix, but it's not the solution.
What's the fun in being where you stand right now? A fool's paradise.
You are sitting on a bomb that nastily goes off at all wrong times.In series.
And you are left devastated, your faith crumbled, your hopes crushed and you curse the quick-fix that never promised a permanent cure.
Get a grip.Take a leap of faith.
Explore the deepest corners of your mind, ask questions and seek answers for yourself,
and may be, help us seek ours.
Join in the force of spiritual revolution,
give some hope to the next generation.
Give them a purpose that's real.
A logical answer and no candy floss, lame philosophies.
Let's all get together and initiate a wave of change.
In the process, we might lose something,
but do you really think that was worth keeping?
I don't care if human race vanishes from earth in next 100 or 1000 years,
till the time we are here, breathing, we deserve some explanation.
We deserve a system of faith that won't fall apart with every tiny firecracker explosion,
the truth that lasts, strong and steady.Not just another illusion.
We may not reach the shores with the wave we are creating,
but someone will.And that's reason enough to get started, isn't it?