The week that was…

Oh what a week it has been… from birthdays to restarts and new beginnings to starting of new chapters and making new connections and reconnecting with old ones… the week had all of it!

To begin with, the week had its share of birthdays, beginning with mumma’s 74th one, to the birthdays of your fellow running buddies and coach. This meant a lot of birthday messages and birthday posts, which at times can be tiresome but at the same time pretty fulfilling.

The week also saw a return to working from office, albeit in a hybrid format. After almost 5 plus years of working from home, it felt good to finally work from office, a good change of scenery, a return back to a life that you once lived.

But most importantly, the week also saw you starting a new job after a month of being jobless. 

You’ve got to be really grateful that you found a new job within a month after you lost your last one knowing that many out there who have gone through the same thing as you have and are still searching for a job. You are grateful and thankful but also you not taking for granted what you have and the people who stood by you and through it all. Most importantly you are thankful that you maintained bonds and connections and didn’t burned bridges that helped you get through it all.

So it’s time to put away all the hurt and helplessness and the rejections and the anxiety and the fear of the sword hanging over your head, all the self-doubts and tears. Time to put it all behind you and start a new chapter.

But still there’s a lingering self-doubt, the anxious feeling, a sense of fear of failing, that refuses to go away despite your best effort to rid yourself of these feelings. You have been scarred and it’s these scars that remind you, that scares you.

But in the end you know you need to move on and start afresh and let the experience be a lesson that you have learned, one that you should not repeat again, one that you should never take for granted.

And, as your burgers and fries mentioned, you are here to work and not to make friend, so you don’t have to be so sweet and kind, and maybe this is something I need to incorporate, but knowing me, this is going to be damn difficult.

So you have it, you are starting a new job, but at the same time it means returning back to the workplace to work from office, to working amongst people as against working remotely on your own.

So once again you are figuring out the fastest way of getting to office, which meant taking multiple mode of transportation, and thanks to connectivity you can actual do it.

So it’s running to catch a train and standing in long lines only to stand in buses, trying to get to office without looking like you bathed on the way. And then you figure out other and quicker ways of getting to office, like changing metros. But that meant you reached office in one mass of sweat, but still you reached pretty quickly.

So there you have it, a pretty interesting week, a week of celebrations and firsts and restart, the week that was!!!!

That’s me in the corner…

That’s me in the corner 

That’s me trying to avoid the spotlight 

Cause when I find myself in it 

It’s for all the wrong reasons 

Making me wish I was somewhere else instead!

That’s me in the corner

The one that’s often overlooked 

that’s often ignored and forgotten

Always on their own

Nothing quiet special

In fact quiet ordinary to look at

A bit of a bore!

That’s me in the corner 

Always on my own 

Wanting something or someone to call my own

But often left sad and forelone

Wanting to love but scared of getting hurt

Wanting to love but often friend-zoned!

That’s me in the corner 

Wide and eyed and smiling 

Trying to appear cheerful and positive

But internally wracked with 

Nervous anxiety 

An eternal pessimist

Coupled with low self-confidence 

And high self-doubt

That refuses to leave me alone

Often insisting keeping me from being on my own!

That’s me in the corner 

Someone who’s frightened of happiness 

Cause something bad might happen next

Someone who’s worried about 13s and

17s

As they come with their share of trouble

And anything falling in these days 

Will never go your way

Call it superstition or overthinking 

It’s just the way you are!

That’s me in the corner

Someone hoping to be in the spotlight 

Cause no matter what 

You have faith

And prayer on lips 

And hope in your soul

No matter how things may turn out

All will be good in the end

And you’ll no longer be

The one in the corner!!!

The Positive-Negative Conundrum

We are so caught up what with the negatives of life that we forget about the positives. We forget that a beautiful picture develops from a negative, in a dark room.

We are so caught up with beating ourselves about what we did wrong that we forget to see what did we do right. 

We are so caught up with up with our mistakes that we forget that we need to learn  and grow and move on.

We are so consumed by the hurt that we feel, the sadness and the loneliness that we forget that we need to give ourselves time to heal.

We are so hard on ourselves and what we do that we forget that we need to be kind.

We are so scared of falling and hurting ourselves that we forget that falling is part of life. If we don’t fall we will not learn, and with every fall we will pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and move on.

We are so afraid to make mistake that we forget to learn and that making mistakes is part of the learning process, and with learning we bring about the change, the only constant in life.

We so in our head about the future and what will happen that we forget to live in the present.

Life’s never going to be easy! 

Life’s never going to be simple!

But then that’s the way life is meant to be!

We’ve got to remember that negatives attract positives. So bad times are never going to last forever. We’ve just got to find a way to weather it out.

So stop being so hard on yourself!!l

Stop being so negative and in your head!!

Stop worrying about what is to come! Remember, it’s not here yet.

So live in the present and live with your head held high, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

You’ve got what it takes to make it through and you will surely weather the storm.

So just hang in there and have faith and believe. You’ve got this boy… you always have… you’ll always will.. so just LIVE!!!

.. don’t cry over spilled milk!!!

Life is full of moments once gone will never return. Moments never in one’s control, no matter how hard we try.

We are human, and as humans we are bound to make mistakes, no matter how hard we try, no matter how careful we are. Mistakes are bound to happen, and once done there’s nothing we can do to undo them. 

What we can only try and do is accept it and move on, and we can try to lessen their impact. But we need to learn to move on. 

There’s no use beating ourselves about it. We will never be able to undo what’s done, just like how hard we may try, we can never make someone love us. You’ve got just let go and move on. But learn from it otherwise it would be a waste of a mistake that’s bound to happen once again.

You are going to fall, you’re going to get hurt. You are going to suffer heartaches and heartbreaks (and may even break hearts along the way), you’re going to shed a few tears (ok make it a lot of tears). You are going to question and have self-doubts, have those nerves get the better of you. You are always going to feel you’re not enough, cause there’s never enough.

You are always going to feel you’re not earning enough, always going to have those money woes, unable to save, wondering if you would ever have enough of money. 

You’ll always going to be a bit envious of those who you feel do.

Take a deep breath, it’s going to be alright, you’re going to be alright. You’re going to survive no matter what comes your way. Life maybe challenging but you’re up to the challenge. Life maybe be tough and rough, but when the going gets tough, the tough gets tougher. When the going gets rough, the tough get rough.

You’re going to fall, so just pick yourself, dust yourself off and move on. You’ll be alright, you’ll always find way to be alright.

So don’t fret, don’t overthink (like you’re ever going to stop doing it), just move on, cause in life there’s no use in crying over spilled milk!!!

.. and forever hold your tongue!!!

“Speak now or forever hold your peace”, asks the priest if anyone has any objection to the couple from being joined in marriage. How you wish you could say the same to the people in your life (whether you actually want them there or not), but rather than asking them to hold their peace you would rather have them hold their tongue.

These are especially for the ones who are more bothered about your life than their own life (proving they have nothing good  happening in their life). 

The ones who’s only purpose in life is to keep a tab on your and know whats happening in your life and poke their nose where it does not belong. Who are more bothered with what you are doing, as if it’s their reason for living, as if the happenings of your life is the oxygen they need to breathe, to survive, to thrive.

The ones who believe in the adage that ladka-ladki kabi dost nahin ho sakta, making you wonder which world are they living in, which century are they from? Or maybe they’ve watched one too many Rajshri/Sooraj Bhrajatiya movies. 

The ones who love to pair people, or gossip about people just because they hang about together, or train together, or a seen together. Although they may claim that there’s no smoke without fire, but when there’s no fire what’s the use of going about looking for smoke.

Then there are the ones who have nothing better to do in life than to indulge in gossip and rumours. For them gossip is a source of entertainment, a source that keeps them ticking, keeps them going, makes life interesting. But what’s entertaining for them can be a source of distress to another. Their words can prove detrimental, negative and sometimes even fatal. 

There are the ones who are opinionated, and need to make it known to others whether they want it or not. They are always wanting to make their point of view known to others.

Oh how you wish these people could keep their words, their opinions, their gossips to themselves, especially when it’s not needed, when it’s not called for, when it begins to affect mentally because you struggle to shake it off or ignore their actions and words, and sometimes it gets to you and affects your mental well being. 

Oh how you wish these people would just shut up and keep their opinions to themselves and be more interested their own lives rather than what’s happening in the lives of others, what’s happening in your life and what your doing. But then if you look at it this way maybe your life is way more better than their own pathetic one.

Oh how the world would be better place if they just held their tongue… forever!

It’s a Trust-Fall

Life’s a trust-fall

You’ve got to close your eyes

And leave it all behind

Never wondering if there’s someone there

To catch you, to hold you 

When you fall 

But trusting someone will eventually be there for you 

And won’t let you hit the ground

Would be able hold on to you 

And break your fall

You’ve got to close your eyes 

And leave it all behind

It’s trust-fall baby

Leave behind all the pain

The overthinking that drives us insane

The hurt that leaves you never the same 

The ones who caused you the hurt

The hurt  you may caused, your regrets 

You’ve got to let go of it all

If you want to soar

You’ve got to let go to heal 

To stop the wounds inflicted 

From festering and poisoning

Leave behind the hurt you once knew

To discover and begin a new you

You’ve got to close your eyes

And leave it all behind 

It’s a trust-fall baby 

Never wondering if there will someone to hold you

Someone to hold onto 

Someone who will be able to catch you 

Or if there’s ground below 

Or would it be free falling 

But you’ve got trust you’ll be ok

You’ll be alright

You’ll heal from the hurt you leave behind

And even if there no one to hold you

You’re going to be just fine

So close your eyes 

And leave it all behind 

Cause it’s a trust- fall baby

Oh the Adventures We Shall Have

Oh the adventures we shall have

Down the the unbeaten path 

And into the unknown

On a road not knowing where it will go

Or what lies around the bend

But down that road we shall go 

Oh the adventures we shall have

To experience life like never before

A little daunting but a whole lot exciting

A little scary of not knowing

What’s in store

But taking life one day at a time 

Breathing in air and breathing out life

Oh the adventures we shall have 

Oh the people we shall meet

While on the road we go

Not all so nice and sweet

But each teaching us a thing or two

Helping us figure out what to do

Leaving an impression in our minds

Long after they have gone by

Oh the adventures we shall have

Experiencing life the way it should

Not always rosy and nice

But always teaching us a lesson or two

Telling us and encouraging us

To be who we are 

Let others be who they were meant to be

Cause the best way to experience life

Is when everyone is what they truly are

Oh the adventures we shall have

While riding the rollercoaster of life

Through the ups and downs

Through all the joys and sorrows

Triumphs,,setbacks, joy and despair 

We shall survive

So take a deep breath 

And be grateful that we are alive

Knowing that we can make it through

When we give it our all

And take it one day a time

Oh the adventures we shall have

A Break

“We were on a BREAK!!!” An iconic line for any Friends  fanatic.

Being in love can be exhausting at times. Constantly trying to meet expectations, to say the right things, do the right things, behave the right way, can take a toll even on the best. It can drain you, take you away from who your truly are as a person.

But this is not something expected, not something that is explicitly said (at least not always). It’s something we put on ourselves, a pressure to make up for the past mistakes, past stumbles, to make things work. And though we go into a relationships saying we carry no expectations, but somehow expectations creep in, no matter how hard we try to keep it out.

At first its all nice and comfy and cosy, lovey dovey. But what happens when the endorphins run out, when it no longer has the same effect as it previously had. That’s when a true relationship begins, that’s when your love is tested, that’s when exhaustion sets in.

In these moments you seek a break, Not necessarily a break-up, but a moment to step away, to be yourself, a pause in the journey. A chance to recuperate and recharge. The time to return to yourself, the time that you didn’t have before, the time you deserve.

It’s the time to evaluate the direction your life is taking, whether it’s worth going down the rabbit hole, or set course to a different shore?

Sometimes we need that break, a break from each other, from constantly occupying each other’s space, from constantly expecting things from each other and being disappointed. To escape those unsaid  expectations, the feeling of anxiety.

Maybe this break from each other would work for the best, just what the doctor ordered. Who knows you may come way with a greater appreciation  for what you both have. It  gives you time to work on the chinks and plot the way ahead. It gives you time to work on the perspective and the direction life is taking. It gives you a chance for a fresh start. 

The outcome may not always be in the best interest, but it’s a start in a new direction. Hopefully it may workout for the best, so that you may come out stronger either as a couple or as individuals.

Into the Deep

He stood there in the room by himself. The cold creeping through his veins, to his heart. He feet felt like lead, frozen to the floor. He just stood there staring at his reflection in the mirror.

While he stared, the mirror suddenly changed, a time portal that carried him to the past when he was little lad. He could see himself in a teeny tiny swimming trunk with a float tied around his waist.

He was standing there with tears streaming down his face. His coach was already in the pool, and so were many of his friends. They were all trying to encourage him to jump and join them. But he couldn’t get himself to do it. He was afraid of doing it. He had been swimming in the kiddy pool for so long. What if he couldn’t swim, what if he were to drown.

He was frozen at the spot. Then suddenly someone caught him, and flung him into the pool. As he hit the water,  panic set in, before instinct set in. He began paddling furiously towards the shallow end.

When he reached the safety, he spat out all the water. He stood there shivering, furiously trying to find the one who had thrown him in the pool.

That was when he heard a familiar voice. It was his mum. She told him it would be alright. She took his hand and asked him to paddle, as she slowly guided him to the deep-end.

He hesitatingly started paddling, slowly and steadily feeling the pool floor disappearing underneath him. He kept paddling with her help, till he was confident enough to swim on his own. 

He joined his friends and from there his coach took over instructing his students what to do.

From that day on it was no more swimming in the shallows, it was the deep for him.

And just like that, the mirror brought him back to the present. He heard someone call him.

His feet were no longer frozen to the floor. He adjusted his bow, and slowly made himself out of the room and to his designated spot.

He stood there, and took a deep breath. He could feel all the eyes on him, threatening to burn through his skin, making him feel uncomfortable and nervous once again.

That’s when the door opened. There she was, a vision in white. Their eyes met, leading to knowing smile. The people vanished. It was just the two of them.

With each step she took towards him, the cold released the hold that it had over his heart. 

He knew that which each step they took to each other they were moving from the shallows and into the deep-end of life.

When he took her hands in his, he knew they would make it, together swimming in the the deep-end of life.

.. Bridge Over Troubled Waters…

.. like a bridge over trouble waters…

The iconic Bandra-Worli Sealink

The dream of many a runner

To proudly say they have run on it

To have a clicked a selfie on it

I have one too though not a selfie 

The bane of marathoners 

Who have to overcome the hidden slope

And the balking of the bridge in the sea breeze 

Now stands for something different 

It stands for every Mumbaikar

The undying spirit that’s Mumbai

It represent something for us

Of that of HOPE

Of that of FAITH 

Of STANDING TALL

When the odds are not in your favour

Of OVERCOMING 

Of bridging the gap over troubled waters

Of seeing you safely through

It will lay you down

A Buried Life

Why do we continue to look for the living among the dead

What lies buried here is just the mortal remains

While the soul has moved on forever

But we still put headstone and grave  stones

To mark where the remains lay

We marble edifices and crosses

Statues of winged angels

Who see more tears

Than anyone would in a lifetime

We return to these monuments 

When we feel the need

To get away from the world 

To find a peace of mind

To find a ear with voice in return

So to pour out our hearts

And sometimes we return 

On the shoulders of our pallbearers 

To laid to rest never to wake again

But why we shed tears for the dead

Mourn their passing

Hoping they find a way back to us somehow

Why do we weep for the dead

When it’s the living for whom we should be crying for

For the dead have passed and gone

Moved to better world 

A better place

But the living are there ones left behind

To pick the pieces of a broken mind

Why do we decorate these gravestones and tombstones

But turn eyes away from the pain of the living

At the end we are our dust

And unto to dust we shall return

But for now we shall continue living

Till it’s our time to be buried 

And turn to dust.

Night Walker

As I step out of my building and on to the driveway of my complex, a cold winter chill is there to greet me. A little strange for it to be February and there’s still a nip in the air. Cuddle weather, I call it, but there’s no one to cuddle up with, except there’s no one to cuddle to, except for Max, my cuddle pillow.

I continue to walk along, a night Walker, not the GoT kind. I pass a couple on a clandestine night out, trying to make most of the darkness and scarcity of people on the street, or people just hurrying after calling it a night. I try to move my gaze as their lips meet, trying not to be a voyeur of sorts to their passion play.

As I continue the air smells high as I pass by a group high on grass and liquor. They lift their heads and stare my way, their eyes glazed and blurry. I wonder what would I look like in their dazed psychedelic world? Would I be a stranger in monochrome, or would I be blob of colours in their high world.

Dogs stare me down as I pass their my way, wondering if they scare me or should I be scared by them? Isn’t that one and the same? Maybe a whiff of the air has scrambled my brains? Who’s to tell? Getting high on secondhand smoke. I pass them, going around them as they continue to give me the stare down, some starting to wag their tail in recognition. But they don’t make any move towards me and let me pass them.

And so I continue my walk. There are kids hanging around trying to be cool, taking videos as they ride bikes, smoking cigarettes, trying to be the cool kids who are permitted to hang around late in to the night. A glance at them makes you feel old.

There a people walking their pets, or is the pets walking their people? Something we may never ever know! They are holding canes in their hand to keep those pesky strays at bay. But then there are some for whom these pets are their wingman. Very often, once the job is done these poor critters are forgotten and are left to fend themselves.

And as you walk down I see a poster that leaves you with an indifferent feeling, that leaves you fuming at the irony at human. In a year where people have lost their jobs, homes, loved ones, we want funds to build a monuments to the Gods. Isn’t it ironic that we want to put roof over the head of God many of fellow human don’t have one over their head. When will we learn that the gods, whichever name we call them,has long since shunned these opulently vulgar display of devotion. They shunned these for humbler abode, like the hearts and homes of the humble.

This poster seemed to evoke a bitter feeling in me. And as I continued to walk through the night, my mind seemed to be lost in thoughts, a bit disturbed, a bit distracted, a bit distant from all the happenings around, wondering if life would come out unscathed, with all the craziness happening around.

As I walked, Lucky Ali crooned in my ears, trying to calm a lost person who walked aimlessly that night, a reflection of the way life felt. Being so lost in thought I didn’t quite realise where I was going. But my legs, on autopilot  brought me back, to the enterance of the building this bringing an end to a night walk of this nightwalker!!!

Two Friends and an Activa - A City to Discover

Two Friends set out on a trip

On a trusted Activa

To discover the city

Take in the sights and sound of it

One all excited

While the other nervous

Excited cause he had never seen 

the city like this

He had not really seen the city

The other nervous 

Cause he was never driven so far before

But still they gung-ho to take on the trip

So after quick of milk and coffee

(who had what is for you to decide)

So they rode the highway 

Trying to outrace the sun as it rose in the sky

Their first stop was an area 

where horses raced

While on the other side 

Lay the a holy place in the midst of the sea

Where men were trying to 

Reclaim land from the sea

They took in the sight and clicked pics

Then they rode up the road

Where most runners

Call their bette noire

Passing a structure 

that stood out like a sore thumb 

Till  they came to beach that mostly empty 

They walked casually on the sand

Admiring the vastness of the  endless sea

That lay in front of them

Boats bobbed leisurely with the waves

That broke as they reached the shore

They rode down the Queens Necklace

That was lit in a different way

They then stopped at the end point

Where running groups usually gathered 

A carnival like atmosphere 

That was now mostly bare

As scare of the virus hung there

By then they had rode for quite the while

And their stomach began to growl

For the  breakfast they had yet to have 

So they rode to the local Irani place

And had some kheema gotala and Burji pav

And a cup of tea and coffee

Again it’s for you to decide who had what

They then went to the Gate way 

And stood there by the hotel 

That was once under siege 

By now the nervous one grew confident 

And there was so much of his life

He wanted to share

He wanted him to see

So he pointed out to him

The college which he went to

The church he was baptised in

The school that he attended

The house where he lived

Stopping in between by bakery

Where they picked up 

Kahari, Danishes, Croissants and Nankatai

And if that wasn’t enough

He took him to the Church on the Mount

And the Fort by the sea

Which unfortunately closed 

at that time of the day

So they prayed and had an ice cream

And left from there

They said they would be back 12

But now it was three

They had rode all morning

And now it was almost evening

Their knee felt sore

Their butt numb

But in the end they were happy

Cause one got to see the city

The other got over his fears

And was able to share

A huge piece of his life

And he was happy he could do it

So in they end they were contented

Cause they were able to do something 

They had not done before

And share moments in the beautiful 

Maximum City!!!

.. doing the things you LOVE!

“Doing what you’re LOVE is where the Happiness lives!”

This was something that I got to experience this Sunday evening. Even it was just mere 30 minutes, those 30 minutes provided me happiness and contentment that I so longed for,  I so missed. In those 30 minutes I was able to put behind me all my cares, my worries my fears, my doubts, and live in that moment. It brought me calm and joy that just made want to reside in those moments. And though 30 minutes may seem little but it gave me energy that can take me through days.

And although I may have not been certified to take a session, and so I called it a knowledge sharing session, it felt so good, felt so right, felt fulfilling and joyous. It combined the things I loved to do, and what more could I ask for. Seeing all those names pop up got me all excited, made me forget all my nervousness, helped calm me down and just be my joyous self.

I’ll admit I had doubts about my ability to share what I’ve leaned, cause I am no expert, just a student learning to dance. But thanks to the encouragement of my friends Shivam, and Risha and Salome (who also helped me put together the session), and the go ahead of Conrad, I was able to find it in me to do something like that. And not to forget the support, help and tips of my buddy Tanya, who came to my rescue with the stand and Bluetooth speakers. Besides how can I say no when Sangy ma’am asks!

In the end it was all worth it. It was worth dressing up and being ready on a Sunday evening, with now where to go. It was all worth it because I got to spend time with all my running buddies, albeit virtually. So seeing those names made me feel as if they were with me in the room, and that made me relax, that calmed me down, and made me want to give it my best, but most importantly, it allowed me to be me.

So when I hugged my phone in a virtual hug I felt I was not just hugging them, I was hugging myself, telling myself as I told them that we will make it through. And in those moments I found pure joy, cause I managed to do the things I loved the most!

The Giver

We are the Givers!

We give with all are hearts

With all our being

We give because 

That’s what we love doing

That’s who we are

That’s how we let ourselves be defined

Without expecting anything in return

But still hoping that 

Somehow, somewhere

There’s someone out there

Willing to give us what we deserve

What we need

But we are so wrapped up in giving

We forget that we deserve to receive

That we become afraid to receive

We give so much of ourselves 

Way beyond ourselves

And when we are taken for granted 

Are cheated, deceived

Often overlooked for another

Leaving us broken and shattered 

 In million pieces

Leaving us hurt and bruised

And though we may cry 

We will never stoop to curse

But we may ask why

Why do we put ourselves in this position 

Why do we let ourselves get hurt

Why do we give so much of ourselves

To someone who totally doesn’t deserve us

Who walks all over us

Why do we put ourselves through this pain

We pick ourselves

Dust ourselves off

And go back to our routine

Trying to heal

And then falling back into old habits

And again giving

Not quite learning the lessons

Which we have been taught

But it’s time we do things for ourselves

To be the receiver 

Rather than always being the giver

Cause we deserve that

For all that we give

For a change it’s our chance to receive

For all that we give

It’s time we be the Receiver!!!

The Man

If I was the label

That you’re used to 

If I ticked off all the boxes 

Of your checklist 

That you choose to use

If I said those words

Just to woo you

Would I be the MAN to you?

If I was calculative 

If I was cool

If I did things to just show off

And manipulate you

If I followed your every rule

If I boasted about 

My so called bright idea

Just to impress you

Would I be the MAN?

If I played sports

And was more outdoor

If wasn’t so domesticated 

And knew house chores

Others were meant to do

If did all the things

That a boys should do

So I could please you

Would I be the MAN to you?

I’m sick and tired 

Of trying hard as I can 

Trying to be the MAN!

I am sick and tired 

Of trying to be something I can’t 

Just to prove that

I can be the MAN!

Would I be MAN?

But I can’t be boxed in a hole

Or be labelled

Cause I am more than just a position

I seek more than a position

Or think myself of any community 

I show by actions 

And not just through words

How much I care 

But I will never try 

To do anything

Just to get close to you

Or try to flatter and please you

I am way more than that

 Cause the bad ones get the cream

While the good deal with a broken heart

I refuse to brag 

About the things I’ve done 

Or take credit for what I’ve not

Or butt kiss or boot lick

To be in your good books

And move ahead 

As a career move

I may lack the power moves

Or refuse to be drawn

Into a political game

But I take pride of all things I do

About who I am

Who I strive to be

But that means nothing to you

I try not to judge

The ones I know and meet

Always a giver 

With little in return

But I don’t mind it 

Cause that’s who I am 

I get hurt and I get bruised

And bear those scars 

On being used

I may tear up

But I will never let you see me cry

Those tears in my eyes

Cause they are mine

Not because I don’t want 

To be seen as weak

Others may walk over me

But don’t take me for granted

Cause I may be patient

But if you stretch me too far

I will snap

And then maybe

You’ll feel the pain I feel

But then I refuse to stoop 

Or come down to a level

That would be low for me

But no matter what

I’ll still be the better MAN

I’ll be the MAN!