The Candyman

There are times when we feel challenged,
But then there are times of freedom.
Acheiving which requires meditation no one can lend,
Relaxation too, helps, if you can get some.

I wish I knew how to get there,
The question still remains in my head.
I wish even more I knew where!
Confusion is a fact based on what I said!

Out of the blue, you hear a man scream,
Ice Cream! Ice Cream!
Sounds funny doesn't it?
Not for the man selling even in his dream.

You might be happy and content,
And being evil is obviously not your favourite past time.
Being nice? you sure are hell bent!
Don't you believe listening to you preach,
The world would be just fine?
But just look at yourself,
You bruise like a peach!

If only there was one man,
Who would be the ideal one.
Well, fine! there could also be a woman!
Who would know what is done.

There might be someone like that,
Someone you probably know.
Is he your 80 year old Uncle?
Who thinks your morality doesn't show?
Is he irritating, in his own special way,
one that you just couldn't let go away.

If he your nephew, just 2 days old,
Cho Chweet!!! and yet so pure!
Who will obviously get diluted and distilled,
And in a decade or two call you out of date!

Who the hell is the happy man?
Who knows the limits and the loops?
The one who you like and who likes you too.
You can always be certain of his feelings.
Always sure that he would be there.

Wouldn't you want to be like this man?
Who understands people better than what psychiatrists say?
He is nice to all and is still happy in himself,
Is it because he derives sadistic pleasure,
seeing people happy?!?

There is one man who everyone thinks he has in himself,
The one who can't stand somebody cry.
Inside you he is kept on a shelf,
who can't stand when things go awry.
This man is what people say is your consience,
It seems in most people he is asleep!

There is one being in me, the one I call the candyman,
Who makes me happy and gives me sweets when I am down.
Who is always nice and somehow bad memories from my head he just knows how to ban,
To say the least, without him I'd feel like a clown!

Someone would doesn't want to be evil,
Who thinks support is all one needs.
Who is willing to give, in the interest of others.
Who is willing to recieve, unless whatever you give is your mothers!

Wouldnt I like to be him to myself,
someone I wouldn't just keep on a shelf.
The Candyman would make life sweet,
for me and for all
The Candyman would break the ice,
The Candyman would be just so nice.
I wish I knew him well enough probably thank him more often,

But who would want to be evil anyway,
Not you I suppose.
And even if so, what wierd stuff happened?? did you go astray?
There are reasons always which tell us why.
But who interprets them and lets us know.
Who shifts our one track minds to levels beyond the ones we generally show?

Woudln't we all love to see this man,
In all his glory?
Wouldn't we all like to know this man,
Probably want to know his life story!

Love is something this man needs not,
mostly because its all he's got.
Liked by all and hated by none,
Helped by all and he is the one who needs none.

And this might sound wierd but
If this is you and you are the author,
wouldn't you want to be the man himself and say
"If you know me well enough,
I am the Candyman."