Waking Up!

I’m trying to create a life that I can’t wait to wake up to.

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That morning jog and hot cup of coffee

A conversation with my dear diary Sophie.

A run to achieve some dreams

A new path to build new teams.

The hour, the day, the week, the month

Can’t wait to see whether 7th or 11th.

An ambition so strong and a heart so brave

A decision so right that I just crave.

For the day my feet stand tall

To see a name engraved as fame on the wall.

Waiting for a life that might not be all good

Yet waking up to it, because I’m truly blessed touch wood.

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Sincere Dreams!

Commitments often tend to lose shape when encountered with challenges.

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Some dreams simply take courage

Courage of being dreamt like a mirage.

Most require the sense of possibility

The choice of a lifetime as liability.

Nearly all are ones that require dedication

Calculation from foundation to fruition.

Certain just require some sincerity

To be lived with utmost integrity.

Now how does one find out?

Mostly all of us live in this delusion of self-doubt.

But do you know? This one is easier to do than say

Yes, I repeat, it’s easier to follow than to stay.

To make this dream not a part but life itself

To be impassioned by it as oneself.

To practice it with truth and repeat

Repeat until it’s a skill too concrete.

I know you don’t believe my cliched word today

But believe in yourself in a sort of way

That when you try to practice your dream tomorrow

There shouldn’t be hurt, pain or sorrow.

Just that contentment of moving ahead with pride

As people look at you and say, “They’re living what we tried.”

It’s Okay!

It’s okay to be wrong, it’s okay to fall.

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It’s okay to fall down

And okay to lose the crown.

It’s okay to be sad sometimes

All mountains have hard climbs.

But what’s important is to get up

Stronger to reach the run-up.

To take the leap and touch the sky

To cartwheel and fly high.

It’s okay if it takes time

Having faith is something sublime.

To believe in yourself and keep moving

It’s not easy to keep proving.

But go ahead and prove it again

For there’s no pleasure without pain.

And tomorrow will be a life so new

When they applaud for you.

When an audience will cheer your name aloud

And you will stand there tall and proud.

So it’s okay if you fall today

Get up again and try anyay.

Virtuous!

Because life isn’t always a bed of roses.

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Not all days are good,

Not all faces are happy

Not all troubles are withstood

And most of them are snappy.

Yet I try to find myself

A little piece of peace with self.

A little happiness in the day of sorrow

A little mindfulness to borrow.

Not everything is positive

Not every factor is a causative.

Everybody won’t like you out there

But don’t you want to stand somewhere?

Somewhere in a crowd of millions

Someone in a population of billions.

So make it your virtue

And strive to make it true.

True and fathomable to every extent

Unperturbed by the outside content.

For everything that matters is

What happens within is a bliss.

 

Chapter One!

Beginning on this page today!

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One has to start somewhere

To one day, eventually, get there.

We all have to take that one step

Even if it turns out to be a misstep.

It takes courage and it doesn’t come easy

But life is not always breezy.

We should learn how to dance in the rain

We should learn how to live without any gain.

We’ve got to be a beginner to be anything

We’ve got to begin someplace to become something.

None of us here were born to remain a someone

We all have a dream to become that one

Role model or idol or inspiration

That one dedicated person that strikes a connection.

You and me, we both look up to that one day

When we reach the top in our own way.

But I’m crazy enough today to say

That our one day isn’t far away.

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.