Money creates the divergence

It's a poem that I believe reflects the helplessness that a person is put into when he has no source of earning and how he then goes on to understand what led him to the situation

That day without you I dint know what to do

I felt as though my life was futile without you.

I could see you being exchanged all around me

Yet I couldn't have you. For a minute I thought

of getting you by violating the law

but then the consequences petrified me.

 

I had given up every bit of my hope to stay alive,

I decided it was time to bid goodbye to my life

as exclusive of you my life would just be as the vagabond

whose only entertainment in life is to dream about

people in high spirits to be trapped in a cage,

so that thinking about their misery would give him happiness.

 

But then I remembered that there was a time

when under no circumstances you mattered to me

your existence meant zilch to me and

I had my happiest days without your charisma.

I walked down the lane , sat on a vacant bench

and thought what had changed so much in you

that you have become so significant to me and

without you I feel as a complete zero now.

 

After a profound thinking for hours I realised that

it wasn't you who had changed but it was

my attitude towards you that changed your magnitude in my life.

That awful initial point in time I chose you for bragging

was the point I should have been told that I was erroneous,

but no one bothered to correct me instead appreciated me for my act.

 

From there on there was no turning back, and till this tick

I lived under the myth that I was exceedingly perfect

but now I realise how wrong I was.

I wish I could rebuild my attitude towards you

but then I guess it's too late now 

Author's Note

make sure when you read you connect "you" with money.

Reviews

[Arsh]

Well... Money's been a worth-appreciating 'obstacle' into.. everyone's life... since the long-era. Either it makes someone hopeless or takes him off the cliffs of peace.. just for having the few filtered drop to be wrapped around rejoice or makes him full of wealth which even becomes a reason of his end himself. Money`s such a puzzle that even changes the whole life even people in a 'blink'. Your poetry speaks allot itself. You're seemed kinda story-teller... well, sounds good by me. You must make your few more stuffs outta the shades of your insightful portfolio. Nice flow of ink, Vima.

... would be looking forward to taking a walk around the trespass of your bare heart very soon!

[vima parthan]

Thanks mate , money is truly a puzzle

[Arsh]

... pleasure to me.
Well, Vima.. if you're asked, what a value of money is.. wandering around the "MODERN' trend, then how would ya shed some lit on your breathtaking answer? (Mind if may I give ya trouble to.... ?)

[vima parthan]

In the modern trend money just acts a catalyst for people to be superior over the other, that's how I would put it.

[Arsh]

Well said! Appreciate your petal thoughts. Well.. to me, money's became everything. Even the relatives belonged to money in today`s life. Never-mind, excuse my thoughts. Keep writing, i'd be breathing you more!

[Antoñyo]

"but no one bothered to correct me instead appreciated me for my act."

This line in itself multiplies the power and meaning here, in my humble opinion.
Clever, clever piece. Thanks for the share.

[vima parthan]

Thank you so much for taking out time to read my piece , really appreciate it.