POEME: Over to You

Over to You

You, forever, fight me.
And obviously, I forever, fight you.
Newton's third law ensures
that the second statement above
come as a natural consequence of the first.
Either, both the opening statements
are true.  Or both are false.

Assuming that both are true,
why is it that we
have different takes on every fact.
Is it because, you are so much younger than me?
Or, said differently,
you have so much lesser experience than me?

Or is it,
that our fundamentals differ?

If the former,
it is likely
that we will get more in sync,
with time.  And perhaps, there will come a day,
when we will not fight,
nor even agree to disagree,
but actually agree.
Life may go differently
from that point on, for both of us.

However, for now,
there is no 'us'.
There is only you.
And there is only me.

If, on the other hand,
it is the latter,
then why do our fundamentals differ?
Obviously,
because our pasts differ.
Or is it because our futures differ?

In any case,
if our fundamentals,
our basics,
our axioms,
our grounds differ,
how exactly so?

You are more given to your Subjective Reality
than I am, to mine.
Or at any rate, I happen to think so.
And this is my poem, not yours.  So, what I say goes.

But seriously,
do I not take the trouble
to get to the Objective Reality of everything?
Even of comfortable (to me)
lies,
like my belief that you are made for me?
I may still function as if you are,
but I do know,
searingly painfully,
that I do not much exist for you; forget about
you pegging your own existence to mine.
And therefore,
I do not much expect from you,
except periodically, lesser or larger
loads of shit.

You, on the other hand are,
more or less,
completely given to your Subjective Reality.
Which is why, eventually,
you get to hate everyone.
And everyone, you.
Except me.  At least, thus far.

So, standing on those grounds,
form seems to be of the greatest importance to you.
And to me, it has always been the function
that was more important,
even when form did have some importance to me.

So, you are driven by the form.
And I, by the function.
For most part, at least.
Or so, I like to believe.

Clearly, therefore,
you like different things;
and like differently.
So, unless we can see beyond form and function,
things of utmost importance to us,
we will always fight.
Both the opening statements shall remain true.

And when we will see beyond
our own individual likes and dislikes,
both the opening statements shall become false.

And when will that be?
When we value each-other
more than we value our own
independent likes and dislikes.
When will that day come?

At my end, let me try to begin today.

From now on,
when we are together,
I shall endeavour
to make my likes and dislikes
subservient to your opinion.
What you say will be right.
No matter what.  Now,

Over to you.

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