Photo Credit:Aaron Paul
I am surrounded by people,
Who are glued to display screens,
Spending a major chunk of the day,
Looking at Excel sheets.
Weekdays spent answering another,
Who does the same all the year,
In the rat race to earn daily wage,
I ask, is this where I belong ?
Surrounded by family otherwise
Time goes by quickly in conversations,
Yet at the end of the day,
I ask the same, do I belong ?
High up on the mountains,
I tire my physical and mental,
Sharpening the brain and brawn,
Yet I ask, is this where I should be ?
In the middle of all this chaotic noise,
One noise we fondly call music,
Enters my brain and goes straight to the heart,
I don't hear that nagging question anymore.
With every beat my heart skips one,
I can feel myself downing in the sea of music,
Though surrounded by strangers,
I feel weirdly comfortable, a surreal connection.
There are folks singing their hearts out,
And there are fans singing along,
As everything around sinks deep into me,
I realize I am finally home, i belong.