Now I’ve numbed my mind,
Thoughts don’t make me cry.
Yet every now and then,
Flashbacks make me sigh.
I’m happy for our past,
At least that’s what I say,
But not who I’ve become,
And my actions every day.
Increased my self-esteem;
It’s a nicer way to say,
That arrogance and pride
Have become my life’s way.
I picked myself up,
Should I have stayed on the floor?
Instead, I made a pedestal,
From which, I self-adore.
Who can meet the standards,
Which I profess to keep?
Not even me, it seems,
So should I sit and weep?
Forgiveness is the key,
Given to the undeserving.
But can I forgive myself,
For all my life’s erring?
17th March 2007
Note: This is the first thing I’ve written for a while. It came after a long discussion with one of my friends on the topics of inner peace, karma and Hinduism.
