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Rats in a Race

Poem By: Urja
Poetry


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Submitted: Apr 1, 2008    Reads: 81    Comments: 9    Likes: 7   


Rats in a Race
 
Always keep hurrying on the streets,
With our eyes so dull and lifeless,
Reflecting no result, no victory or defeat,
Just a vacant look, not more, not less.
Nothing to look back upon, nothing to look forward to,
Deathlike we move about here and sometime there,
Caring not what we’ve done or ought to do,
Carefree, as if on our way to nowhere.
 
We say, these days the world is such that people do not care.
But what makes the world and its nebulous ways?
Abandoning reality, stopping perception, deliberately being unaware,
Ignoring the implications that life displays.
We are busy
Finding justifications
For not making an effort:
An effort to raise questions,
And effort to answer them,
An effort to find a path,
Or, even better, to create that;
For only a path can have purposeful direction
Leading to something,
But we want to keep moving in circles of convention
And end up in nothing.
 
Schools, jobs, family, people and mindless fun,
Thus we survive and thus we die,
Whole life ending as a rat-race run,
Not pausing even to ask a why.
Not knowing where to want to go, wandering in no-man’s land,
Afraid of losing, afraid of choosing, always afraid to take a stand;
Afraid of death, afraid of life, in a corner we are shrinking,
Afraid of facing facts, we have defensively abandoned thinking.
 
Seeking solace in religion, rituals, cults and community,
We hide behind face-lifted, empty, meaningless pledges;
Unintegrated selves trying to achieve communal unity
With undefined minds of indistinct edges.
We say, man has become selfish.
But do we care to know
What self is or ought to be?
Do we really not care?
Or we deliberately avoid
Facing accusing facts
For ignoring obvious questions?
While shouting, screaming, replying unheard and imagined voices,
While justifying the wrongs we do and have done,
And persistently, consistently ignoring alternate choices,
We are left with nothing and right about none.
 
Let’s look beyond illusory shroud,
The facts are all clear and loud;
Search for the self and its voice,
There is not another choice;
Let us be our selves, our own entities,
Let’s not lose our minds and our identities;
Do we realize the destruction that unthinking inflicts
That results in guilt, anxiety, psychological conflicts?
Conceptualize and define goodness and badness,
Learn to differentiate sanity and madness,
Keep asking “why?”, release the knots of mind:
There is no limit to what we can then find.
 
 


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Hi Urja,After reading this I remembered how true this is in the Instituition I did my PG.Needless to say, all words stirred my soul. Will try to make little kriish understand the importance of LIFE and this poem will be a great help to me.
Do compile all of them
waiting eagerly for your new entries.

Posted: Apr 1, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks, Pratibha. This was true at the institution where I did my PG as well. I keep writing these things to remind myself not to start conforming with that which I abhor.

You are right. Even I am scared to ask "Why"? And why should i wait for the world to change? I myself can make a huge difference.Right? And it starts in training the Gen-NEXT right at home.I don't want to die with so many WHYs unanswered? At least I will try to figure out with your help and guidance

Posted: Apr 1, 2008

Author Comment:

I think your son is very lucky, Pratibha.

Urja:

Well written. Certainly explores the topic. At length. Gave it an "I Like It" vote.

Thank you for becoming a fan.

Happy trails,

Ed Bradley.

Posted: Apr 1, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks for liking the work, Ed. By the way, is the 'at length' a euphemistic way of expressing what you did about 'words and ideas'? If so, let me assure that you need not have any qualms about feedbacks to me, even if they may be perceived as 'negative' by some. I am open to constructive criticism and value it.

Powerful poem. I love the message, and I try to release the knots of my mind often. It can be tough not to get swept up in the race, tougher still to take the plunge and go against the tide or to drift a few feet away while you try to decide what path in life is best for YOU.

Posted: Jun 14, 2008

Author Comment:

I like the point that you have made about how much tougher it is AFTER taking the plunge and then changing course, or putting life on a pause and reconsidering things rather than going along the path of least resistance. Could not have put it better myself. Thank you!

I forgot to add this poem makes me think of a Smashing Pumpkins song...the lyrics "despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." I used to hear this song a lot when I waitressed midnights at a busy restaurant in a college town. It mirrored my state of mind then as I tended to a sea of rats who took me for granted.

Posted: Jun 14, 2008

Author Comment:

I know exactly what you mean...*shudder*. Hope you have managed to extricate yourself from amidst those rodents! Going by the way you write, I think you have.

Wow. This is hauntingly wonderful, and you have made me into a new person just by posting this. I am so, so, SO freaked out that you would want to be my fan, too!

Posted: Aug 12, 2008

Author Comment:

Hey, you are really good yourself too! This poem is something I really feel strongly about - not the poem itself, but the issue it talks about - we are born, we drift around and we die - SO BORING. I consciously keep making efforts to make sure that I am not spending my life participating in a rat race - for that I keep revising my motivations every now and then. That has really helped. Thank you again MP, your comment was really sweet!

Great poem. It flows so nice. I love the concept and the message. It is a little too small for my bad eyes, but I endevoured to read it all and really, really liked it. Thanks for sharing, Ted :)

Posted: Aug 13, 2008

Author Comment:

Hi Ted, sorry about the small print - now that you mention, it IS rather a strain. I will change the font. So nice of you to read on despite that. Yes, I really hate to get stuck in the killjoy routine of life, just running on a treadmill and getting nowhere. Having realized that, I constantly reevaluate my choices and priorities. I think now I have managed to reach a balance. Thank you so much for your lovely comment.

I gave you an "I like it" vote. But, I more than just liked it. I loved it! It flowed with the fluidity of a slow moving stream ambling it's way through some gentle rolling landscape. It made many references that we sometimes are so caught up and may be in too much of a hurry in our daily lives to take the effort and the time to slow down enough to smell the roses and put an answer to some of life's questions, the "Whys?" I grew up being and was always the "Why" kid but, just because I wanted to know the answer.

This does not and is not intened to take anything away from your superbly written poem. Just sharing a little bit of humor. I once read somewhere that the trouble with winning the rat-race is that if you win, you are still a rat!

Keep up the great work and I look forward to reading some of your other pieces!

Posted: Aug 26, 2008

Author Comment:

Hello Rio! Nice to meet you. You must be a good poet, because your comment was poetry in itself! I am so glad you liked it. Yes, that's so true, the winner would still be a rat!!! It's always good to be a 'why' kid, isn't it? Thank you so much for dropping by and the beautiful comment.

Feral little pests on this Earth aren't we?
I pity those that spend their lives between towers of concrete and glass. Some can go through their entire life with their 'success' and not enjoy what lies beyond the parking lot.
My race is not to become anything in this life, because I find it hard to conform to the societies that value six years into an easily ripped certificate.
My race is with my own mind. Peace will never be achieved, but I hold onto those moments for as long as I can. But like you said, whether I live how I want or not I am going to die anyway.
Never want to spend years of my life for unnecessary monetary value nor for political correctness.
My mind is my priceless asset, I feed it with those solitary moments in nature. I want to know how a rainbow forms an arch, and so I will continue to ask why.
Even now it is me, me, me...

Forgive me if I am confusing you in my clutter of words.
What a flow of words... you are something else. My thought process explodes with your writing, a true drive of energy and intellect.

Posted: Oct 11, 2008

Author Comment:

Your words are not cluttering at all - they make a lot of sense. As I keep saying, your comments are like poems in themselves and I really enjoy reading them. I can totally identify with wanting to be one with nature and inquiring into the mysteries that surround us; these mysteries, alas, go unnoticed by the majority of the rodents hell bent on running after things that anyway don't give them particular pleasure, but which they aspire for to confirm with their fellow rodents. Onion Knight, I really enjoy reading your comments - they give me something more to think about.



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