Unlearn....

Today I wish to forget, to have a novel view.
Today I wsih to let go, to experience the new.
Never look back and take a giant leap so stern,
Today I wish, I could unlearn.

Regretless, Remorseless, a willing me,
With nothing to plan and nothing to foresee.
Uncomplicated, unburdened and a relieved glee.
Today I wish to cinch a victory.

I learned, to give a meaning to life.
I learned to understand, to overcome strife.
I learned for I thought, I endowed myself with knowledge so rife.
Ah! I learned not to unlearn, to live a life.

Today I wish to be able to discern,
Chaste from vile, calm from concern.
Today I wish to never look back and take a giant leap so stern,
Oh, how I wish I could unlearn!!

PS: During our formative years we learn so much. Some we are taught to be able to sustain competition, some we learn to fit in and this continues for long. Then there comes a time when you wish you had no pre-conceived notions, no past to grieve about, no future to worry about, never worry about saying or doing something to hurt others, lack understanding to be hurt by others. Just unlearn everything and start afresh. Take things as they come and have no pretext to it. The thought itself gives you a high....No?

If I Were You and You Were Me

While I sat staring steep,
A placid garb and thoughts knee deep.
I wondered and pondered on views and takes,
After-all what difference can a vantage point make?!
Broke into cold sweat and a chill down the spine,
Shaking my leg, I sipped onto my wine.
What if tomorrow I woke up to see,
If I were you and you were me.

Would I still lean on the back-seat of my car,
And desire for peace and the world to be at par?
Would I still stare at the bus passing by,
And sigh at the plight of the crowd that uses it to ply?
Would I still lecture the little boy who stole,
On what Plato has to say and what Aristotle has told?
Would I still slouch on weekends on the couch,
Complaining of the dirty roads and urchins that crouch?

Would I still believe,
That life is so wry,
And grief is to cry?
That friendship should be dense,
And life should make sense?
Would I still believe,
That love happens once,
No wars and no guns?
That the world is too strange,
And that things will change?

Jolted back by the shake of my leg,
Wading through thoughts, I was back to my peg.
The tranquil  was broken, I was pacing down the hall,
It was just a vantage point or was it the alcohol?
Was I still scared? I wouldnt say no.
But a relief unknown, to a fading woe.
That tomorrow if I wake up to see,
That I was you and you were me.

Note: There are times more often than not, when I wish I was on the other side. And I would want to see myself from someone else's point of view. What would seeing the same thing from different vantage points be like. Would I still believe in my firm ideologies then? Would I still believe in my small little faiths then? Being the traditionalist that I am, I resist change, and am scared at times that if only a vantage point changes everything about me right from something as big as my ideogies to something as little as my hopes and faith then I will be a different person altogether. Or probably its the other way round, it this fear of turning into somebody else, is why I am a traditionalist and I resist change. But could be that it is only towards being a better one. Probably its not that scary or not that big a deal!!!! Who knows....Probably easier to tell once, a couple of pegs down.....