Family

Where I come from,
The word family doesn't only mean your parents or brothers and sisters. For us, in our culture our cousins, parents cousins, parents aunt's and uncle's and so on and so forth are all family. I don't really know why I am writing this ... But I guess there are somethings that I need to get out.

My family is like,
Any other big Indian house hold.
From uncle's to aunt's and everyone else,
Have to say what they think has to be told.

It's so easy to make comments,
Its so easy to pass the blame.
But when it comes down to actuality,
To them it's all one big game.

'I am always there for you',
Is a line frequently used.
But whenever I am in dire needs,
There are other methods that I need to abuse.

I shouldn't be looking out for help,
It should come without being asked for.
Like I have been taught,
And like it has been done in my house from BEFORE.

As you grow older day by day,
This tangled web unwinds.
The 'happy family' picture we have as kids,
Slowly is lost from our minds.

The complications, the useless gossip,
Jumping to conclusions and all other talks,
Is a way of life it seems,
To keep everyone busy, everyone with or without jobs.

How they seem to interested in your life,
When all they really want to do,
Is tear you under the microscope piece by piece,
And pass their own judgement upon you.

But when it comes down to them and their lives,
Life is all about the hush hush and the down low.
Did they ever wonder if they were in the spot light,
As people would they grow?

I don't write this because I hate them or am upset,
contrary to thought I love them so.
No matter what, no matter when or where...
My beloved family is still my very own.

The problem that exits is big,
But the good thing is that I know,
With parents who are such great examples,
People living up to that standard is a NO NO.

I thank my stars everyday,
For the parents that I have.
Not only are they the best parents,
But also they are gods quality A brand.

Sometimes they get confused,
When they get lost in pools of opinions.
But eventually they make it through,
As though being woken up by the smell of sharp burning onions!

I guess this is my form of release,
And this is how I let go.
Of all the stupid things that go on,
And make me want to blow.