Ailurophile!

For every cat lover. πŸ™‚

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She twirls around me like a girlfriend would

And hunts my down from every corner she should.

This little girl stares and meows like a coyΒ sweetheart

And she’ll roll and curl and stretch and twist for that’s her art.

She’s lazy and lying on my lap like that’s her bed

But this fur ball wants just me as her bed.

And who doesn’t want her, this little soft toy to play

I run my hands over her and she jumps away.

At times she’s angry and she doesn’t eat or come to me

She jumps away and tantrums around for me to see.

And then I cry and she licks my tears away

For this girl is my pal and I love her anyway.

She rubs my nose for she always needs her greeting

Making me sneeze like she’s cheating.

Cheating me, running away and hiding somewhere

Β Leaving her tail to be found like she doesn’t care.

She’s an adorable little loving beauty

How can one resist the love of such a cutie?

Just a glance at her makes me smile

I guess that’s true for every Ailurophile.

Goodness!

She loved how theΒ gun shot sounded for all she could imagine was the finish lines.

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The smell of new beginnings

The joy of little winnings.

The taste of mom’s coffee

The happiness wrapped in a toffee.

The smell of first rains

The sound of helicopters and aeroplanes.

The look of a new dress

The pleasure in a game of chess.

The amazement of a new amazing word

The excitement of living in a large world.

The delight of touching the morning breeze

And running on a beach with feet left to freeze.

The ecstasy of being free

The bliss of being me.

Mess!

I love being the mess I am and I don’t complaint about it.

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Be the best version of yourself and enjoy it

Embrace the weakness and fix it.

Look through the loopholes and look beyond

Go far far away, across the pond.

Don’t stop until you’re proud of yourself

Be the one staying in the body of oneself.

Chin up and walk tall, be a gracious badass

Be a storm walking through a pretty pass.

Be you, be best, be the dream people wish toΒ be true

Be true to yourself for being a mess too.

Believe!

Have you ever loved yourself so deeply that you couldn’t think of anything else?

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It hasn’t always been this way for me.

In fact, in the past I hated being me.

I felt like a hopeless creature trying to do something

Focusing on “something” made me forget about everything.

I forgot the life I got, the person who I was

I forgot why I was here, I completely lost my cause.

But things are different now, not smooth but fun

Like a roller coaster ride maybe, terrifying but fun.

This change came in because of a various reasons

It definitely took time, if truth be told, it took seasons.

Yet, it was all absolutely worth it

I felt so much alive after it all, I admit.

However the sole cause of me being happy today

Is that I believe in myself everyday.

I believe, I’m strong and I’m beautiful

Trust me, it does make me more stronger and beautiful.

I believe in doing something great and not just a thing

It helps me improve and makes me enjoy everything.

Believing in oneself can make us all unstoppable

It also simultaneously makes us joyous yet responsible.

Believing that you’re special will make you the real YOU

Let’s fall in love again in a way so new.

Existence!

Philosopher Socrates once said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” And years later, Psychotherapist Sheldon Kopp remarked, “The unlived life is not worth examining.”

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Studying these two quotes by such marvellous people

I found myself a non-existent soul according to these people.

I’m not blaming them, but unfortunately they’re right

And don’t take me wrong but here is quite a large fight.

Because most of my age peopleΒ might feel as I feel today

For we’re quite wasting the precious time of our lives everyday.

Until we examine, who we wish to be or what we wish to do

We’d be no one in a world of geniuses to be true.

And until we start living our lives to the fullest

There’d be nothing about us for the world, we’d just be a tourist.

I definitely don’t want to be someone who came to go

I want at least one hall of fame to know.

To know someone like me existed and made someone proud

If not the world I wish at least my country knows with what I’m endowed.

At this time, I don’t wish popularity nor do want any monetary gain

But is it really worth living a life just clicking pictures when it won’t return again?

Who wants a life that not many people even know of?

I don’t want to be a tourist, I want immeasurable love.

I want to exist and I want people know that I do

I want to be of some help to someone to be true.

The Letter Book!

Yet so much to say and convey!

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Years ago, I came into the practice of writing letters

Since words were my best friends, they made the best happiest letters.

I loved stamping and posting letters to friends and family

As a kid I loved pasting some stickers or some sort of smiley.

At times I used to get replies, at times I’d write letters to myself

I would write them yearlong and hide them for my birthday in some shelf.

Soon we got into the habit of emails and got busier with life

More than fun, now typing truly felt like a huge strife.

Learning how to type words at first was quite interesting

But losing my letters to emails was quite distressing.

Sooner or later I realized my words felt better on paper with ink

In my hand writing, with neatness and at times the smell of ink.

I felt my fingers hurt to type the smallest of phrases

I wanted to hear the scribbles than the keyboard key noises.

It was amazement at start to get replies at an instant of a second

But I longed for my letter replies, that made me happy each second.

Yes, technology moved way faster getting better advancements for us

But it also took some little pleasures away thus.

I still write letters and post them until the postman has a job

For someday I know, there’d be no books or inks for my job.

For someday, someone won’t cry reading my letter

That day, an email too would lie unread, while it would be a love letter.

Restrictions!

“The only limits in our life are those we impose on ourselves.”

– Bob Proctor

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New adventures and roads await

For us to travel and open our gate.

New life, new smiles, new songs

And we’re stuck in the rights and wrongs.

New moments each day, a new picture to click

A new hair color maybe, a new side flick.

A newer resolution that comes from the heart

A brand new celebration for a live dream to start.

Another tour or sketch or dress to make

Another millionaire to the world, a new remake.

A truth that can’t be hidden, a life to live again

No limit, no brake, just rack your brain.

A new injury too maybe with more new courage

A new way of becoming one’s own age.

It’s a nice beginning to think of and live by

Just smile and twinkle, sometimes cry but just to fly.