Think not and say,
Who are we before?
Assuming life with many pretensions
This loneliness and longing kill slow
Going along, this assumed decorum
And of will and self- willed
Got fed up of these restraints of life
Let’s do away
Live and like.
The other day, friends told
a same, same story;
To be what you are not
As faltering, is this life?
They falter not to the small restraints
And walk a triumphant walks
Live and have
And have and live.
I told them, I’ve a crush on someone
And as a natural tendency
Shower the unnatural feelings.
They told me, think not and act more
Was the help not in their hands?
Yes. I think more and act less
And that’s how I’ve a mundane life
All is false in love
For there is nothing wrong in loving
This freak makes me weak
And I’m afraid I’ll crash my life myself
The quick and deep.
Oh! Come on dear,
For the life is a same series
Act away from the trivial-trifles matter
And keep us going
Everyone will have a crush on someone, and it’s certain to human feelings; to love and appreciate someone. The poem asks the lover to get away with the decorum or institutions of what is called identity, lives unbounded from the societies, and do whatever a mind says. Sounds like Andrew Marvell’s poem, "To His Coy Mistress," to "seize the day" - to make the most of today and not put off action until tomorrow.