Kill me, kill me now,
You bang your fist and get up.
You hate everything, everyone,
You hate the lunch, the same old tea cup.
You hate the screen, the keyboard, the mouse
Which you can't live without while in your house.
The easy chair, which you so adore,
Suddenly doesn’t seem that easy anymore.

You came here, on your own.
Priding yourself, you were so very sure.
You awed the magnanimity, everything looked so perfect.
Your joy was beyond measure, and so so pure.
But all that vanished,
All the promises were suddenly hollow.
You feel cheated, is this what you had thought?
You know very well though, this is what you asked for, and that is what you got.

You don’t understand, you just stare.
You want to pity yourself, you want someone to feel your plight,
You feel no one understands you, that there
is no one who can now set things right.
You feel only you are going through this torture
That only you are being fired at from all around.
You feel its only you who is gagged,
And the only one who is bound.

Look around dear,
You will see a hundred thousand more of you,
All of them caught up in the same jam,
In the same mess which you are into.
They are stupid not to complain!
They are crazy not to protest!
But the moment you get that paycheck,
You forget all the rest.

Why not learn to enjoy the other things in life,
Than crib over the ones you can't change.
Why not fix things which are in your reach,
Than try going for something out of your range?
You have got everything you wanted,
A great family, good friends,
You have the strength to find openings,
In even the most horrifying of dead-ends.

You have experienced victories like none other,
You have achieved that which others only dream.
You are the candy of every eye, the envy of every mind,
Your life is a birthday cake, with lots of extra cream.
For a perfect life, there isn’t much more,
And internally you know it too!
All you lack is a little strength to face it,
Or rather, the strength to accept it.

Life can't be all that goody goody.
It has to be a bit bumpy too.
After all how can you feel the soft petal,
If a thorn has never pricked you.
There is the day always awaiting,
After the darkest of the night.
When Mr. Bachchan said “Need ka nirman fir fir, neh ka awhan fir fir”.
Didn’t we all praise him for being so very right?

Pride yourself for having so much.
Hope for more, yearn for more.
Strive towards it, achieve it.
You know you can and you will, for you always have.
Feel yourself to be lucky,
Things for you have always been safe and warm and nice.
There are millions others who will give up anything,
To be in your place, to be you, without thinking twice.

Take it easy kid, relax!
Leave your worries for tomorrow.
Take rest today, smile, laugh, help and get helped.
For you know, that there is joy after every sorrow.
Forget the tensions, the pressures and the deadlines!
They are here to come and go.
Enjoy the small things when they are here,
That smile makes your face radiate brighter than the sun you know!