The Mythology of Hope..

What do you see?

A fragile silhouette about to collapse.

A distant fury of ruffling feathers.

A frail cry from the deep blues.

A disguised embodiment of bottled emotions.

A slideshow of your favorite disgusting memories.

A disillusioned future soaked in colorless amber.

Do you see anything at all?

or 

Do you see everything?

Try to change your focus.

Maybe you will see what lies beneath,

or at least, that something lurks underneath.

Maybe its dark inside and outside,

that you have chosen to be blind, easily.

Switch on a light. Strike a match.

Do you still see the same?

or 

Do you choose to see the same?

Why choose light, 

When you can stay 

blind and silent in the dark?

Why prefer hope,

When you can brood and 

rest in peace ?

Now, we are on the same page.

You see, what I speak of.

‘Move on’, you say;

But I have already ran away.

‘Things will change’, you preach;

But, how am I to swim and reach?

You say, ‘Repair your gloomy vision.

Fit in your rosy goggles.

Fix a deadline for Hope.

Put on a cheery face to cope.’

So, I hire a mask for rent,

and strike off things from your checklist,

pertinently but impatiently,

counting the hours of every day,

cruising towards the deadline,

to be rewarded for my faith and belief.

But does the race end here?

No! Hope is not the finish line.

I have just been tricked

into a system of belief,

that things will always change,

 for the better.

Is Hope, a good thing 

or a dangerous thing?

Why should we hope?

What if, all this race, has to offer,

are just leaps and laps of endurance,

without any trophy or glory?

Would you still run for nothing?

Would you still look to the horizon,

every day with glint shining eyes?

What if Hope is a big fat lie, 

that simply fools you to

an endless loop of insignificance?