The Dilemma


31/07/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal

A guy who has lived all his life in comfort,
Driving cars, sleeping in air conditioned rooms,
Is sitting on a comfortable chair, in front of a
Jotting down his dilemma.

Never needing to struggle for basics,
Or give up on things that the heart wants,
He now is at a juncture in life,
Where none of these comforts,
seem to give any happiness.

I get up in the morning, and sleep at night,
And never realize what I did of worth in the
Intervening time.
Don’t get me wrong. I do not want to save the world.
All I truly want is to save myself. To be happy.
Satisfied with myself.

A romantic thought I have.
A house in the mountains. A wooden house.
Overlooking the snow-clad peaks of my last climb.
My mountain God.

I do wish a companion,
Someone with whom I can share this space;
An evening cup of tea.

But that thought at times seem remoter than
The very wooden house.
I feel stuck here. In this city. In this life.
Time is passing. It will not stop.

And life will just drag me into that void with
No escape.
Responsibilities, family, society.
And all that we hate but have to do.
I am afraid it will break me, the person that
I think I am.

Some say ‘Follow your heart!’
Others say ‘Control your mind.
You will always not get what you want!’
And these contradicting
Philosophies actually make this
Dilemma deeper.

Deep inside I know that both are right.
You have to take a plunge either ways.
And hope it works for you.
For life is a chance.

A calculated chance at the most.

I just hope I have the courage to face life,
For whatever is in store ahead.
Yet whatever I do, wherever I am…
It will always be…my heart versus my head.


PS: This is not my work. It is a friend of mine. I liked this a lot so asked permission to post it here. He denied when I said I’ll give him credit.

2 thoughts on “The Dilemma

  1. Letizia says:

    What a wonderful piece; thanks for sharing this. I hope your friend finds a place in between, reconciling heart and head!

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