One-Third of My Life

One-third of my life
I give to my education
And now I ask me
What did I achieve?
All the books, all the teachers
Did they teach me affection?
No!
All the books, all the teachers
Did they teach me comparison?
Yes!
All the books, all the teachers
Did they teach me to trust?
No!
All the books, all the teachers
Did they teach me competition?
Yes!
All the books, all the teachers
Did they clear my confusion?
No!
They were just an infusion of confusion
All the books, all the teachers
Did they teach me compassion?
No!
All the books, all the teachers
Did they teach me Apathy?
No!
They made me a source of sympathy
And sit me down on the fire of
Depression, Jealousy, Greed and stupidity
All the books, all the teachers
Set me apart from my soul
And now for the rest of my life
I struggle to de-educate me
So as to know me
And free me from the clutches of
All the teachers I meet
All the books I read
Coz I don’t need
A civilized life
I need a wild life
I need my life
Not the life
Of teachers I meet

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About neetuwali

Hi! I am Neetu. Who am I? This question is very difficult to answer. Well! If you insist, let me reveal. I am a human and like every other human I eat, sleep, drink, dance, sing, laugh, smile, cry and so on. Hang on! There is a difference. Unlike most of the human beings, I breathe and when I breathe, I relax. When I am relaxed, I draw. I draw sketches of me in words. I have been orbiting around sun for forty years now. I started this journey on the Valentine day of 1974. I have seen people craving for heaven and I was born in the only heaven on earth (Kashmir). My Grandfather was a spiritual personality and a renowned poet of his time. Though he left me around 35 years ago, I couldn’t let him go. I carry him in my eyes and mind and will do that till the end of my life. I hate words, yet I am full of words. I know words cannot express, yet I express me through words, because they are the only medium I am familiar with. That is why I try to express me as much as possible with as minimum words as possible. When I did Masters in business administration, I never knew, writing will be the only business in my life. More than hobby writing is a necessity for me, because it helps me get the load of thoughts off my head. I don’t remember when it that I wrote my first poem was. But I surely know the time of my last poem. Surely,not before my last breath.

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