I wrote this poem a year back and chanced upon it while going through my files…as you do. It’s called ‘Ensconced’ and I think this will resonate with most of us. I’d be interested to know your take on this. Do you agree, or disagree? Or more importantly, how ensconced are you in your life? Let’s be a little philosophical this month, dear Blogworms.

Poem: “Ensconced”

Sure, we all inhabit the one and same planet

But, we live in our own little worlds,

Ensconced.

We try so hard to present ourselves

In ways that are unique, are our own

And that would make us stand out.

But we needn’t bother,

As we make up our own stories

On whosoever we encounter.

It doesn’t matter what we say,

Or what we do,

Nor, does it matter

 How cogent the evidence we present is;

For we’ll believe what we want to believe in,

As we don’t trust ourselves,

Or, trust others –

Let alone believe in them.

We go by what we see,

What we feel,

And what we think –

The rest is all spiel.

We embrace those we hate

And scowl at those we love

For reasons known to

The heavens above!

We flock in crowds

To feel belonged,

To lessen the emptiness,

That clings on…

And on…

And on.

Sure, we all inhabit the one and same planet

But, we choose to live in our own little worlds,

Ensconced.

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