poem 19

An ode to confusion /What should the title be

Of all things that I am confused about,
I am confused about this confusion the most.
It's birth certificate is very complicate
Father and guess what even the mother
Have the same name as itself!
In the space for date of birth and time
There is just one specific word - 'anytime'.!!

Not an easy child to rear, you must bear
Many many trials: vehement denials
Followed by affirmations strong as bed rocks.
Only to be swapped as twins
And convictions are strong as nine pins.
Experience is meant to be forgotten
And past mistakes very repeatable.

Time, money, relationships and habit
Only make matters worse for it.
'How can I compare apples with oranges, bananas and pears?'
Poor things is an easy prey; sympathy, greed,
Jealousy, conscience, love and hate
All cast and catch it with their own baits.

It's a pathetic actor too.
Words and even silence,
Action and even inertia,
Reveal more of the blessed state than hide!

Even Mr. Frost finally took one road - the one less traveled.
But even if our friend takes one, either one,
It would think and miss the other.
Not only that, it may retreat and take the other
And do the same again, this time the other:
No. The other!

It's only solace though, is to know
That there are others, whom it equally bothers
With degree more or less, but it does.
Takes pride that only it can ride life's rivers
With a feet each in boats two.

One may be certain of many things
And the number of such certain things may increase
But one thing is certain -
There will always be things one is always confused about.


Dedicated to my mother, friends and well i am confused now.