They

Sometimes there is this inconspicuous presence of whispering voices and staring glances,

call it whatever you may…I call it “They”

They are omnipresent yet non existent because no-one claims to be one them

They watch you on every step to see what’s up with you or rather what’s not

Trying their best to redefine things since you last understood them well

Take an odd step and they command you to fall in the line

Raise one voice and they command you to join chorus

Attempt one endeavour and they tell you what all can go wrong and how it eventually will.

Succeed once and they are up to proving how lucky you happened to be

Repeat that luck and they knew you had it in you

Stick to simplicity of life, do what you do and they say oh you are no special

Set your sails, explore new paths and they say you are out of your mind

Come back home with a promise of new land and they join to say what a marvellous find

Consciously or unconsciously you do what they think is good for you.
You spend your life fitting yourself in the image desired by them

You think you are almost there or maybe a little behind the bar

wondering who all will cheer if you make it this far.

You look up and see no one there but your own despaired self,

feeling cheated like participating in a race that was never meant to be

They have gone…They didn’t even care..No-one does.

They say things because they have to. They try to change you because changing themselves is impossible.

In the end what matters is your own judgments and actions however good or bad,

They …They claim to have never existed and they have never had