I do
because I want things done
but the more they are done
the more I want done
till i ask
what did i really want to do ?
and what was really done ?
for the drug
called ‘done’
is a finishing line
that i am constantly
and breathlessly
running towards
that seems to run
away from me….
tantalising me
with endless possibilities
endless dreams
endless fantasies
that i see reflected
in other people’s eyes
and the doing
that breathless next step
that stumbling
that racing pulse
trying to keep pace
with the done
slow down
for the faster your run, Raj
the more the done is an illusion
a fragment of your imagination
stop
look around
breathe
calm down
smile
and see
how beautiful
just the next step is
just the next breath is
listen, then
to the frustrated screams
of the ‘done’
of the finishing line
and see
that it was an illusion
a construct
of your own mind
when you first began
to run
and forgot
that you ran
for the pleasure of running
and the finishing line
came
with every step
you had passed
so many ‘done’s’
went by
that you failed to see
and then shall return
the pleasure of doing
separate
from that
which is done
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