We talked about the ballad of dis-, un-, and im-
Yesterday, the ballad we sing on daily basis.
The displeasure, impatience, and the state of
Being unfortunate, all intertwined into a
Giant ball of distress and the feeling of
Anxiety and relentless.
We sang songs of broken heart and rejection
And manipulation and abandonment and river-deep
Longing which runs through our body, mind,
And soul because of someone, a person whose
Path crosses ours, leaving us astounded
And never be the same again.
We talked about friendship, the tales and
Secrets we share with certain people, whose
Backgrounds are as diverse as the fragmented
Colors of the rainbow, and who consciously
Choose to get to know us, be with us, be our
Companion and confidant even when our
Own family refuses to.
We sang songs of protest and contemplation
Of shapes and what it really means to accept
Them, embrace them, live peacefully with
Those who have them in various states, and
Songs of how children are never ours in
The first place and will leave us eventually,
Carving their own paths in this world.
We talked and sang a lot of songs and here
I am thinking of the worst enemy
Of all writings, of all thoughts channeled
Into letters, and numbers, and words, and
Paragraphs, and article, with particular
Title which is easily forgotten, or maybe not.
It’s assumption, my friend, assuming
That you know better than everybody else does,
That you possess the most sacred and the
Truest knowlegde this world will ever know,
That you need not checking whether your
Understanding is correct or you just
Make an assumption based on what you think
Because you were born, raised, and educated in
Certain ways which produce certain mind
Frame, opinion, and judgement towards how
Other people operate and make decision.
Assumption drives you to some corners, if
You get it wrong, and beyond the borders of
Comprehension, if you get it right.
It’s a tricky game with low return and unexpected
Chaos as a result of uneducated guess and
The attitude of being all high and mighty
In front of other people, who in some cases
Probably way smarter and wiser than you
Are, but never bother to show off their
Brains and wits to anyone because they know
The league they’re in, the games they play
(Well), and the lack of need for praises and
Acknowledgements from other people.
They remain steadfast and strong just because
They are steadfast, strong, and reliable
Against the ever changing world.
This kind of people don’t assume; they ask.
They feel obliged to ask whether the sun always
Rises from the east; for all they know maybe one
Day it has decided to rise from the north.
Better make a note of it before everything
Changes rapidly and we can no longer
Rely on and believe in our fragile memories.
They feel the pressure to seek the root of
All problems, all equations, all with question
Marks on their tails; confirming and reconfirming
Are the practice they do so religiously.
A good friend of mine once said about what
The word “assume” stands for, and I quickly
Replied, “It is just a word; there’s no way it is
An acronym of something.” But, my friend
Laughed and said that it stands for
“Ass-u-me”, putting your ass upon me,
As in bringing the worst luck and unnecessary
Trouble to anyone who has to deal with
The consequences of an assumption.
And ain’t that the truth, my friend?