To the one lonelisome out there,

Who is alone, in the whole crowd,

Disconnected with SELF,

What bothers you now,

Is it the typical laborious life?

Or your choice of it,

Ever did you consider, my dear friend,

To break the shackles of the systemic poison dripped into you,

For years and years,

All those innovative years of childhood,

You have learnt and been taught,

Learnt to be a slave in a way,

Taught to live with the system,

Complain, to nobody than yourself,

Lose your confidence, and life in a way,

Have you never, felt the spiritual unhappiness,

Living without excitement everyday,

Doing the thing you dislike,

For the reason of making a living,

What are you doing my friend?

Killing your SELF, to make a living?

Or think again, is that just existence you fighting for?

When you are destined to LIVE life,

Enjoy it, every moment,

To reach the unexplored,

To taste the unknown,

Lead and make a mark of your own,

Show the world your uniqueness,

Did you ever try?

Tell me No,

Nobody is going to tell you,

Never will they, what to do,

As zombies, in the system,

They move,

Unable to break the shackles of the systemic maze,

They shall continue,

They are fed with the constant poison of definition,

Than the true potion of appreciation,

Those inhabitants of the world, are destined,

To be a denizen what they are,

To take pride in being mediocre,

To be what they wanna be,

Do you wish to be one among them? Or

Do you want to let you loose your divinity,

The spiritual happiness,

What you seek,

Is all around you giving you every opportunity,

Open your eyes, and

Grab it, cos nvr will it again,

Be as close as it is now,

Never will it again,

Knock on the doors uncared for,

The power within you,

Know it,

Connect to it, and capitalize on it,

That opportunity runs away with time,

Break free my friend,

Free from the limitations set by the world,

More importantly the words “ I can’t”,

Try, Be, Conquer, and Explore,

Live life than mere exist,

Make it worthwhile,

Dream on, Live on….. again and again…

- Praneet Dixit

PS: While the poet has left the choice of title to me, his choice is "STUFF" :)