I Ask You!

How did it all come to this, I ask you? When as a child I was taught not to lie, not to hurt, not to steal from anyone – was taught to be honest, comforting and gentle to everyone – was taught to become a good human being, to be considerate, to be a beacon of light for all and yet the first day I step out from the safe and secure boundaries of my home I witness the opposite. How did it all come to this; I ask you, who is to blame? I ask you!

With this contrast between the real and the unreal, where do I stand? what do I do? when I am asked to join a few who ruthlessly dictate the lives of all or else left alone to withstand the consequences of choices I never made. Where do I stand? what do I do? when I am asked to defy my essential teachings to become a fake who I am not; how did it all come to this; I ask you, who is to blame? I ask you!

This is not the world I was promised. This is not the way I set out to live – so why am I to be punished if I retaliate – why am I to be held responsible, if I fight to protect myself from the unjust ways? Where do I stand? what do I do? when I am forced to go through the constant agony and pain of daily affairs which make me forget who I am. Where do I stand? what do I do? when I am made to lose track of where I started from and where am I heading. How did it all come to this; I ask you, who is to blame? I ask you!

Everyday is a constant struggle to keep myself alive. Trying my best not to give into the vicious circle of life. But slowly and steadily I start forgetting who I am; withering away with constant poisoning inculcated again and again – such poisoning which leaves me stranded with every bit of sanity from within. Where do I stand? what do I do? when I see my beliefs being brutally murdered in front of my eyes each day; so much so that I start a life of deceit where everyone is welcomed to join but no one is permitted to leave. How did it all come to this; I ask you, who is to blame? I ask you!

How will this ever change? I really don't know. Will I ever be able to make my place, I really don't know. For how long will I have to pay the price for standing my ground; I really don't know. For how long will I be punished for enduring it all; I really don't know? How did it all come to this; I ask you, who is to blame? I ask you!

Who are we fighting? Is it me, them or us all – trying in one way or the other to break free from it all. Why did it all come to this? Why did not we stop? Is there still hope, I question, for us all? I imagine each day that tomorrow will be a better day, there is hope I can feel, there is still light for us to reach. We can't give up now for I can see some good still left in this world worth fighting for! I Believe.