When they scare you

When they scare you,
about the path you're on,
and how,
your chosen milestones,
will take forever to achieve,
if you,
strive in manner,
exactly as they perceive,
still,
you may never reach,
that star you lust.

What gives strength,
to their ideas; the ideas,
which soon,
become your own,
the ideas penetrate,
very deeply,
in to your dreams, your thoughts,
your imagination, your brain,
and soon,
you experience an excruciating,
and hitherto inexistent source of pain.

So much so that your espoused path,
seems suddenly, very unfriendly, scary,
it feels
threatening, and uninviting,
you slow your run, to a sprint and a jog,
then,
a dragging walk,
a heartless crawl,
finally,
you begin ascertaining,
the faults of it all.

If the goals are already blurry,
defeat has been conceded,
you are,
quickly retreating, your back toward the sun, in an inexplicable hurry,
and  the retreat, is surer than, the attack ever was.
go now,
find a new goal, the attack was an act,
the passion; a pretence,
you see,
that goal was never,
ever, your own.

The Empty Spot

A spot had remained,
since a hundred thousand days,
that's what she thought,
as she tried to fill it,
in mulifarious ways.

She placed some new clothes,
and them some shiny heels,
she filled it with ribbons and candy,
in anticipation of,
it soon getting healed.

She placed friends,
laughter and adventures,
she put several smiles and movies,
and filled it treks and walks,
as also several caricatures.

She filled it with love,
with being taken out and pampered,
with long conversations,
and sleepless nights and false promises,
she thought this was the answer.

She tired to fill it with family,
each of them one by one,
mother father, sister, brother,
even uncles, aunts, distant cousins,
she even placed an imaginary, loving son.

But the more she tried,
the wider the gap grew,
now there was only one thing left,
'success' was the shape of that spot,
and I reckon that she knew.