Who let the cat out? Meow, meow, meow

The past is so redundant.

That you don't see it seeping in you.

Slowly and silently.

This is not the past that you have seen.

Something about which you know something.

Trends and conditions.

This thing is pretty old.

Older than you can imagine.

You don't need to be wise to see that.

Wise people always fail to understand the past.

They will just give you examples like-

History repeats and learn from your mistakes.

The child is the father of a man.

And this earth you live is round.

Mind-blowing stuff they tell you.

Do you care?

You don't.

For you are worried about your performance appraisal.

And the negotiations for the next job.

With your girlfriend giving you an ultimatum.

Marry me or perish.

Or marry me- you will definitely perish.

The credit card bills take your salary away.

And you still live on borrowing.

Either your country borrows to make roads.

Or you borrow to buy the sweet home.

We all borrow.

And we forget all the time.

That this life is also borrowed.

It's true but has a personal angle.

We live for a time and then we leave after that.

Nothing new in that.

But everything foolish in that.

You try so hard.

To give this life a meaning.

You remain positive all the day.

Taking deep breaths.

Ignoring your shouting boss.

Yet you don't understand.

That the chains of slavery which you don't see.

Still binds you to the dark room.

With a small round window.

There is a difference in people who can be free.

And people who can never be in this lifetime.

I know you are the one who can break the chains.

But you won't for the past taught you not to do so.

I told you so, isn't it?