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.

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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.

The Life Ahead!

Because, I’m made for more! πŸ™‚

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Yes, there’s a lot to do today

But it’s a long day anyway.

Can I put that phone away?

Can I go out to dance and sway?

Swearing on myself to live

But I don’t even have the time to give?

What kind of a living is this?

When I can’t call my mom and just miss?

A moment of joy stays forever

How many moments do I remember?

So many years of life yet a few memories

So much time has passed but no stories.

It’s revolutionary how people live their lives

I don’t want to just be remembered as archives.

All of us get the same 24 hours

And all of us have some special powers.

Let’s make it large while we have this time

For this is the time that will make us sublime.

Rueful!

Sorrow, regret and contrite.

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So much in my treasure

Under no single pressure.

Loved, pampered and cared

Blessed and unimpaired.

Receiver of all good things

Repairing my guitar strings.

Learning and growing

Easy and never hard going.

I’ve had the best of worlds

Poetry too and happy words.

Then why so sad and remorseful

What really in life is so rueful?

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.

 

Chapters Of My Life!

Every book has good and bad chapters.

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She walked along the pages of her book

And her footsteps wrote the words of her book.

She danced and drew and doodled around too

Her book was something special and different too.

And then she grew old and met people new

Who stayed for a few pages and then someone new.

Some stayed quite long and some held a little time

Some turned her book into a teardrop and some made it sublime.

She traveled and added pictures to the story

She had to much to say but now she created history.

Every book has chapters good and bad

She experienced them all and I’m glad.

She played along the pages of her book

AndΒ her footsteps wrote the words of her book.

Death!

The only thing that can bring an end to everything, every task, every relationship all at once, is mortality.

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I’ve never considered death as a menace

I’m sure death too caries immense grace.

But what if it came tomorrow to me?

What if I know it’s coming to me?

Tough to react to a situation like that right?

Especially after all this glorious fight?

The fight to live better and rise with hope

The fight to get somewhere after a slippery slope?

Well, life was tough too but it always had beginnings

Even after loss it gave us too many innings.

Because, we were alive to see the next morning

To wake up to live a new day so adorning.

What would you do to make today special if it were last?

What would you forget and who would you forgive in your last?

Whom would you thank and whom would you kiss?

Whom would you give your life’s treasure and whom would you miss?

What would you eat and what would you wear?

Whom would you tell that you always did and still will care?

Well, do it now, for tomorrow never dies

And never comes a time to realize.

Realize that life is too short no matter how long it gets

It’s a blessing each day, no matter how tough it gets.

Begin today because an end has no story

Death isn’t evil but make it look like glory.