Impressions
It is
that time of the year,
My soul
strikes a searching tear,
Half
of the one-thousand moons have gone by;
It whispers
to my ear.
Gone
are my forty three ;
To
that I woefully agree.
Amidst
the pain of infertility and joy of childbirth,
Eons
filled with Meetings and Client mirth,
Years
wasted in traffic,
Learning
Spanish, Astrology, Contracts and life magic,
To
climb a ladder that takes you nowhere,
I
have no anguish,
Yet
I admit that I am truly time-famished.
As I
endeavor the Lessons of Management,
Skills
of Leadership to cruise a corporate battle-ship;
Question
myself if I want to run the rats race
Breaking
the quintessential glass ceilings
And for how many more decades?
Fanciful
investments to retire,
If I
am lucky, to live in a wheel chair, I aspire.
Mortgage your liberty and count on Property,
When
none is adept at Immortality;
Can
you ever find
A
better joke created by human mind?
As I
struggle to learn Life’s Lessons,
Stemmed from my youthful
indiscretions,
Seeking to survive in this world,
Imprisoned
in social expectations,
Defying my imperfections,
I
realize that all along I had it all wrong
For
Learning ought to be
To
be eternally Liberated!
My
life, is made new through these confessions
Condemned
by Zeus, and in the role of Atlas
I
hold my Karma to be true
What
I do is often my due
And
as Birthdays go by
Like gathering cobwebs on the shelf
In the past few days I ask myself
If I have become someone else?
Bramha
