With no special-one occupying his time space, he rushed straight to his Rome…
It was past ten in the night, yet the streets were bustling and very alive,
Dodging cars crossing road-sections he very well managed to survive…
Savior of humanity, for no reason, of him he believed,
Would make a difference while he lived, is what he dreamed…
Sometimes though he did see things differently,
But when it mattered most, he acted no less than cowardly…
It being almost dinner time, Raj, the imaginary Hero, felt hungry,
A popcorn packet heard his SOS before he could board his ferry…
The train compartment he got in was unusually hollered,
The word “Convenience” was soon to get his Life all harrowed…
Travelling in an overcrowded Mumbai Local late after work,
Raj encountered a few men, all well dressed but yet very naked…
When less fortunate men tried stealing some bucks,
Travelers lost their serenity and shoved on them rain of endless punches…
Raj, who loved to dream of him as a savior of the world,
Stood aloof munching popcorn, petrified of the outnumbered crazed crowd…
That’s when he was forced to ask himself, how different are we when we steal Tax?
How different are we when we download pirated mp3 racks?
Who are we when we lie to get are wishes?
Who are we when we back-bitch dirtying our own Karmic-linens?
Who are we when we copy in exams just to bag few extra scores?
Who are we when we when behave badly with our loved ones smashing all respect doors?
Forget the world, who is Raj, a Hero or a mere Jerk?
Like him aren’t we all too just judgmental, imperfect and error full rucksack…
Thank Lord; we do have a few good men amidst lost souls in this lost space,
A few good men stood up to stop the mayhem, fearing least of being crushed…
A few good men chose not to ignore and did what was not “convenient”,
Raj, like many of us, was lost painting false pictures and doing what is convenient but not necessarily right…
So shouldn’t we ask ourselves that why is it, when it’s convenient for us, we tarnish people’s images?
When it’s convenient for us, we point fingers at others…
When it’s convenient, like Raj we dream of being heroes,
When it’s convenient, like Raj we distance ourselves calling it “not our wars”…
When it’s convenient, we fight till we pass,
And when it’s convenient, we fail not in passing lewd actions and remarks…
Like silly birds we fly assuming it’s an endless life,
Easily forgetting that there is just one place we can call our true domicile…
When Death wakes us from our awake-slumber,
And our true Father asks us tough questions, would it still be Convenient, need we wonder………
