Plan!

Don’t tell people your dreams, show them.

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A plan doesn’t know weekends

Though it knows many amends.

It knows of a promise to live by

Knows of hunger that can never die.

It knows you want to be great

So don’t take much time, don’t get late.

Have to wake, pray and work your days off

Set an alarm for life that never goes off.

You have to be brave, become fearless

You have to break all limits, become limitless.

A plan denies average, it demands great

A plan needs hard work, overlooks fate.

It wants determination, not just desire

It knows what you deserve if you possess fire.

Don’t look back, get better now

Take the chance, make it work anyhow.

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Appropriation!

For that was taught in school and I’m a grown up now.

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Running by the clock, ticking with its hands

Looking at the hour glass, the falling of sands.

I flip it around to save another hour

This life seems rather little sour.

Running around, dancing onto someone’s song

Wondering when and what went wrong.

Thoughts and ideas just remain in mind

What’s on paper is perhaps unkind.

Trying to explore, travel a new place

Looking for a room, a little mind space.

To disentangle the entangled thoughts of myself

To let the knowledge elf out from one of the shelf.

To be who I am, to do what I want

They say it’s an excuse but I am an infant.

I don’t deny, they have reasons to complain

But this is who I am, perhaps insane.

I can’t agree to be someone else and gain affection

They might not know it, but that’s called appropriation.

 

Approval!

Encouraging works better than criticism.

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I’ve been a critic, an over-thinker too

But trust me it has just made me more blue.

Has made me wonder how hopeless I am

Makes me think, I’m just another human sham.

But it’s weird how our minds respond

To every thought, idea and beyond.

It makes me feel trapped and useless

And we go on saying a “NO” for every yes!

So today, I’m trying to open that door

The lock that I’d always ignore.

Trying to break self slamming

Bringing gratitude in place of damning.

It’s strange how my mind still reacts

To thoughts and ideas, the way it acts.

Making me confident and waking the cells

Turning me from expels to excels.

Making me feel good about myself

Understanding the respect for myself.

Getting out of the trap and being free

Making me foresee and agree.

Worrying about being wrong got me nowhere

Taking the step to become right might take me somewhere.

Discipline!

Bridging the gaps between loads of work and time.

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There’s a path between goals and accomplishments

A path through enhancements to adjustments.

Adjustments that teach us that changes are vital

Vital for one’s life story to have a great title.

At times they make us mend priorities

Turning confidence to crazy anxieties.

The paths can change with different makeovers

At times giving value to invaluable takeovers.

To habits we develop on our way

To chances we have to take anyway.

To make sure that the path may vary

But the goals, should always remain same; scary.

And for that to be our win-win

Th bridge to build in-between is discipline.

Younger Self!

We often follow the values that were instigated into us in our childhood.

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Talking to my younger self today

Looking at myself back in the way.

Nothing is changing everyday

But as I look back, time has passed away.

The time that had a treasure box

Of tight hugs and a paradox.

Paradox of so many realities

Away from accustomed formalities.

As I grow up I relate to mom and dad

As a kid too, I wish at times I had.

It’ll never be easy to be in their shoes

As a young girl, I loved moms big shoes.

Going back in time, regretting a little too

Of mistakes I made and for whining so much too.

But today when I see this grown up girl in me

I think of how years passed and how I became me.

Getting to know myself better I had a word

With my younger self about this world.

Asking that kid to forget about the pasts

And to think about all the treasure that lasts.

And as a result I’ll run back into dad’s arms again

The way I did as a young child then.

I’ll kiss my mom and bring back the lost time

For my younger self knows it was pretty sublime.

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.

Somewhere!

Striving to reach a destination I’m not sure even exists.

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Looking for a quiet place

A place for mind space.

A place where my soul is at peace

Where I have my own think piece.

A place where my dreams are understood

Where I’m fearless and stand withstood.

A somewhere that defines my mind state

Somewhere I can find my imaginative state.

A path for my perseverance

A plateau for thought clearance.

A home for family and love

A sky where flies the white dove.

Looking for a quiet place

A place for mind space.