I Am A Creature Of Habit

I Am A Creature Of Habit

Written by Nandini Sethi


I ask the questions I wish to be asked. 

I speak only within the scope of my knowledge. 

I write with words I have learnt, 

In the same letters as before. 

There is a desire in me to explore, 

To travel and see more than what is shown to me,

But London, Paris, New York, are exactly what I have known them to be. 

I dream the dreams I wish to bring to life,

Because in reality, I am afraid to speak my mind. 

So when I wake up to the same four walls of my room, 

I am happy,  

Because ignorance has corrupted me blind. 

I only see the things I want to see,

From the comfort of my couch. 

The world outside seems irrelevant and unwelcoming;

Why should I bother to empathize with anyone? 

The poor are scrambling for money but the rich are depressed anyway,

So what do I aspire to be? 

Sometimes keeping hope seems hopeless,

Taking help makes me more helpless.  

Sometimes God helps us even when we don’t help ourselves; 

In good ways and bad. 

I only know so much,

I’m only given so much, 

And I only take so much.

In the era of overwhelming information,

It seems more than enough.

Is being a creature of habit then

Being intelligent or uninformed? 


Nandini Sethi
Nandini Sethi

Sometimes dolefully insightful, sometimes plain distressed state of mind, but always love. I think there’s a bit of love in everything we write. 

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