Paradigm Of Shame

We all have faced that sensation of being rejected and subjugated

From our families, friends, loved ones, colleagues,

Peers, bosses, and even from the world.

It does feel like hell and hurricane combined.

It feels like we never really existed or we are no good for anything.

From and with it, many have learnt to survive somehow,

Others have retreated to a hideous shell of frustration

Covered by the umbrella of melancholy and disgust

And thus, creating in them pretty bad perception of everything around them.

Who is to be blamed?

Definitely not life, definitely not God.

Does this ever stop?

Life goes on they say,

So does the mocking and ridicule aggravate,

Making these set of people seem like the black sheep of reality

Without much of an option to keep living.

Their honour and integrity suffer shame,

Their countenances are fraught with regret,

As they persist to curse the day of their birth.

Yes, our world has embraced the emissary of savagery and destruction,

Yes, times are hard with wickedness in rampage,

Yet, no one cares if we die or live,

But should this much a crime as hatred be found among us?

When we think we have it all,

Suddenly, we lose it all again

And day by day, we tussle and struggle

Seeking happiness and fulfillment that were never lost.

We take things and people for granted,

While striving after the wind in search of solace and success.

On and on these go;

With no one having a second thought of ever looking back

To see the much havoc we all have caused.

We, not excluding you and I, have got it all wrong

As our priorities have been misplaced for ephemeral gratification of the flesh

And pathetic it is to hear us push the blame on our fallibility.

All are victims of circumstances deserving sympathy and empathy.

The rich, the poor, the young, the old,

None is wise enough to see how death makes a joke out of us.

Is this what we live for?

Is this what you live for?

When you think you can define life,

You only make matters worse for yourself and others alike

Hence, making our world even more complex than it is.

We gaze at the beauty of creation meant for us

But not meant for us to take when death comes knocking.

We all are striving after the wind,

Never to truly understand the conundrums of life

While going on a wide goose chase to nowhere.

All is vanity, preparing to hug the arms of oblivion in due time.

Indeed, vanity upon vanity,

And as we all live with this paradigm of shame,

Don’t you think it’s high time we had started thinking straight

For the benefit and sake of the humanity;

Always giving room for a second thought

Before taking decisions that will affect our lives and those around us?

I will let you think and decide on your own,

While I go on a recess of uncertainty;

For the only certain thing in life is uncertainty.