Passion…unbridled

This poem actually describes how I feel at work at times. The perfectionist in me wants to do everything the right way, and efficiently, without cutting corners and trying to satisfy everyone. However, time is limited and I end up compromising somewhere along the way..Full of enthusiasm, energy boundless

On all the right notes I start my day

Brimming with idealistic ideas countless

I set off with confidence on my way

The vagaries of the day then start appearing

Monsters of irritation their heads start to raise

My idealistic fervour starts disappearing

All brilliant ideas get lost in the circuitous maze

Constantly running behind on time

Donning an artificial, strained smile

Mechanically working, benumbing my mind

All lofty goals scattered in a short while

Reminding myself to iron all patchwork

By the end of the day, leave work pristine

Work is not something I think I’d ever shirk-

At the end of the day, though, I’m no longer keen

I need to wrap up and call it a day

My duties at home are not going anywhere

Discontent, unhappy, I embark on my way

Tomorrow I’ll perform better, I swear!

Hopelessly flawed

I happen to be

A misfit, just odd

In the straitjackets of society

Do not conform

To prevailing norms

Cannot reform

The way I perform

Why can I not be 

Like everyone around

Blend in perfectly

By conformity bound?

**

This was my lament

Throughout early years

The gauche adolescent

Not accepted by peers

**

As I grew older, weathered by years

Found more comfort within my skin

Being different no longer was one of my fears

Confidence in myself grew from within

**

We all try to blend in, we all are unique

We all are disheartened by others’ critique

Approval of others we all try to seek

If we were similar though, life would be bleak!

Lingering expectations

Hanging, in the stale air

Hiding accusations

Both fair and unfair

Unspoken words

Desires internalized

Two separate worlds

That seldom collide

Under one roof they live

But clueless they are

Existing in oblivion relative

They watch from afar

Not understanding how

They can communicate

But whatever is current, now,

Is what has been decreed by fate.

As I grew up I did not know

How I was supposed to go

Navigating life’s devious ways

Emerge successful through the maze

Mentors everywhere I sought

If I followed them, so I thought

Shape myself along the lines

Of their lives, I too could shine..

To mould myself, hard I tried

My gut instincts I tried to hide

I was convinced I did not possess

Intrinsic qualities for success

If I tried to follow my heart

My chances of success it could thwart..

**

Although modest success I did gain

Not following my instincts gave me pain

Success was never quite attractive

In others’ methods it seemed captive

Then one day in quiet introspection

I realized on closer inspection

What kept me perpetually discontent

Was following others, that I did now resent

My own canvas I needed to paint

My unique expression I did not need to taint

With thoughts that did not belong to me

In a new light suddenly I began to see

How gifted I was, in ways singular

How being myself was much simpler

Special I am, uniquely designed

My purpose in life I have to find..

I am Grounded, you are Wanderlust

Let us have a debate if you must

I am a realist, I live in the present

While the drab reality you resent

You inhabit a world of fantasy

From obligations you try to break free

I choose to keep my roots planted

I don’t take my home for granted

Consciously I’ve made a choice

To disregard that inner voice

That instigates me to fly away

To such temptation I won’t fall prey

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In quick rebuttal Wanderlust spoke

In dreams of distant lands I like to soak

Traveling to new places gives me the thrill

Of discovery, as being home never will

You are mistaken-future is not where I reside

Live spontaneously in the present, I decide

Shirking my duties is not my plan

Traveling makes my horizons expand

You are at peace with yourself at home

My restless soul, though, needs to roam

You may have this life figured out

I travel to understand what life is about

I made man explore new lands through history

You made them settle there and build cities

Each of us I think does occupy

A special place under the sky

We complement each other, I think

We are joined through a common link!

In positive psychology, flow, also known as zone, is the mental state of operation in which a person performing an activity is fully immersed in a feeling of energized focus, full involvement, and enjoyment in the process of the activity. In essence, flow is characterized by complete absorption in what one does.

-Wikipedia

If I could achieve what I strive for

Each day as I walk in through the door-

To lose myself in the task ahead

To immerse myself up to my head

In my work’s vast, limitless ocean

To lose myself in immense passion

Lose track of time as if asleep

While I am submerged in ecstasy deep

The moment at hand my focus singular

To the rest of the world I appear insular

My productivity scales heights unprecedented

My faith in my work is then cemented

My existence is pushed into oblivion

I forget my judgmental opinions

Like a mystic engulfed in rapture

That is the essence I can capture

If I could attain this state of flow

As a human I could grow

Fulfil my unique destiny on earth

That was established on my birth.