Of Everyone's Kind

It is four nights past new year
and this is my first writing.

It is 2k17, and I will be 27 in two months.
There are not
many regrets that I carry
but some explanations that I seek from my own self,
which I believe are of everyone's kind:

1. Am I late in my pursuit?
2. Why do I feel it now?
3. Should people around me also ask themselves the same question?
4. Why does their asking really matter to me?

All my life, till now,
I have been bothered by people.

By their thinking,
and their talks
BULLSHIT, what they call it.

And their presence, I mean HAUNTING.

It is not me who sticks to pleasing them,
and not just my friends too,
but EVERYONE.

I wonder WHY?

As if...
they will help
or, they would lend
or, they would weep.
None.

But, they would talk
and judge...

for reasons not known to them,
and, for seasons not known till when.

We hold the wheels, but they hold the brakes
we wear shoes, and they tie them together
to not let us run.

Some, still do-
and fall at once,
but up they get
...and keep rolling ahead.

Far, far, far away they go
propelled by farts of hatred, like rockets with fire

and these judges

are by them left behind
to smell the stink and
not bother again.