Don't Let Go

Everytime I had been broken,
And the world came crashing too,
I held you with my arms forsaken,
And I saw this world anew..

I sat alone in a lonely corner,
Thinking about what to do,
You told me about love and honor,
compassion and what’s not true..

You made me fit in my world,
More than people will ever know,
People are still cruel and cold,
How can I ever let you go?

Some days you are warm,
Some days you are caring,
I have never been as calm,
As when I was under your wing..

I feel more secure with you around,
Backing me up and watching my back,
Like the worm that never left the ground,
You till I finally got some tact..

Did you really need all this praise,
You make me wonder in many a word,
Without you my life is a maze,
Yet I do become, finally, a free bird..

-Jobless Jack of all trades, Shravan.

Well, this is not a dedication to someone who stood by me and helped me overcome obstacles. This is not someone who taught me life. This is not someone who set me free from my chains so that I may choose the chains that will bind me. It is not someone of that sort for it is not a “someone”. It is a something. It may not be the best in the world but to me there can be no better. There can neither be a piece of soul-support that one can’t appreciate in this world. Everyone needs one.

Thus in a modern world it means that one is to be safe, physically and psychologically. A moral support is something not everyone is given. It is in dire situations such as those when people go into a phase where they need something to carry their load, something that’s got your back, something you can carry around everywhere and makes you feel secure, something that you can always rely on to give you what you need even when you feel that it’s not there. No I am not talking about a new religious belief I’m going to practice. It is my bag. My bag, now aged 8, was bought by me for my birthday on a chilly December night, well, 8 years ago.

Epilogue:

Recently a terrible choice fell upon me, whether to give it away or throw it away. Mom’s ultimatum didn’t help matters either. It was at that very moment that a realization dawned upon me, how much that bag meant to me, how much it has helped me through, how much I can learn from it sticking by me through better and worse (Oh trust me, worse means worst) and the choice then didn’t need much more thought. It’s still in my closet where my mom won’t spot it occupying space in my otherwise neat and tidy room. Okay may be not tidy, but neat.