Our minds demand a status quo
An existence enslaved by patterns and shadows
There's so many firsts to the credit of this year
I wish the clocks rested now, and here with me, stayed
2017 has been good to me, but I can't face another year
A first time reader, a block-chain believer
From 1984 to 2017
A revelation, a burden, of murders and treasons
From times when the Earth was pristine
When treks at 23 weren't a first time thing
Another year of pursuit, another year of wasted youth
From dreams of being another Susskind, I am drawn now to Socrates and Plato
I am happy in this warm house with little philosophy
Don't burst my bubble with your reality
Like I burst my luck, with my first IPO
The greatest goal that I've ever achieved
Four letters and a number to refer me by
A surge in my love for math was seen, by my Oneplus 5t
The perks of first job, the perils of first coworkers
18-12-72, my ecstasy cries
Music has always been a passion for me, cricket a dormant step brother
Both these mania got a sudden push
When ghazals took the floor, and New Zealand was ambushed
Jamming with her, wildly soothing
Perhaps the Sapiens revelations, did me one good
A recent dream to see myself, on the stage of my demi-idols
Came crashing down when I saw them twice
Like World War Z, I was not prepared for
The horrors of the former and latter, unalike
But the year was generous to end with, Mrunmayi's voice
My first job, my first pay
Which I'll regret for long, my colleagues say
Still I march on with a fire in me
Like the one lit in Florentino's heart, in Marquez's love story
And wrote the greatest poem, I'd ever conceived
As I approach the end of this poem and this year
I'm engulfed by a nasty fear
If winners are losers, like my insta post says
What are we pursuing in this neverending charade?
Which neither my pen could answer, nor my guitar's sound waves
Perhaps we'll meet again, in another year, till then
Read this summary and remember, please
Chronology is for neurotics, isn't counting years enough for thee?
Don't ask me to welcome 2018 with glee
Fighting for virtues Aristotle gave us, without fear
For I want no change in status quo, here
And Stay... Forever... Stay - the Earth, the days, the dreams, the sleeps, the food, the moods, the shawls, the halls, the climate, the primates, the beliefs the grieves...
Stay
