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.”

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Perfect!

Life is perfect now, just the way it is.

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I stood still silently

Imagining improvement intently.

Waiting for wars to end

Looked farthest for a friend.

Rested and remained until right

Saw the sound sea, till supported my sight.

Assumed, accused and soon awakened

By downright delight of despair I was reckoned.

Life is lived with love and laughter

None think of the thunder that arrives thereafter.

Surreal is substantiality of sorrow and success

Precious are presumptions nonetheless.

Harsh or happy actuality is immense hard work.

Remember don’t resist some more rework.

For straight struggles and strife today

Will make a fearless and formidable you tomorrow anyway.

Dread and dare wait for downright delight of dignity

For opulence lies in opportunity.

It’s A New Day!

Everyday isn’t usually a success story.

But everyday is one more chance to write a new story.

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We’re lazy, we’re scared, we want distraction

From that deadly e-mail of the transaction.

Somewhere we know that time will go on

We know this day, soon will be all gone.

Yet, we postpone, we lurk into tomorrow

We’re waiting for happiness and hiding our sorrow.

Who knows if there is a tomorrow at all

We don’t know of future yet we stand tall.

I was planning of 17th July today

But who knows where I’ll be tomorrow anyway.

It’s tough to do everything at once, I know

But it shouldn’t be tough to “get set and go”.

To not hit the snooze, to be enthusiastic

To adapt the change, be elastic.

I know it’s easy to say or read today

Tomorrow it’ll seem like a punishment anyway.

But take it as a challenge and write a new story

Maybe it changes the way you see glory.

It might not be successful but it’ll be new

Something to start with, to break through.

Late At Night!

Late at night, I wonder…

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Ten years have gotten behind

Don’t know, declined or confined.

Running away or running around

Anyhow I don’t like the sound.

Sound of the rains pouring outside

Or the blood that’s gushing inside.

Taste of the wind of a far off land

Or of the waves that kiss the sand.

I close my eyes to feel my sight

To feel the presence of the bright light.

Feeling my nails to check how long life has been

Happy within because it’s been a win-win.

It’s still young and still a sweet song

Ten years have gone but she’s running strong.

Listening to the rains and talking to the wind

Feeling the wavy sand, quite thick-skinned.

Looking at the sun that’s far beyond

For he will always be here to respond.

To questions of other young men and women

Of the famous “how long do I live” acumen.

Late at night, I wonder

Life and me are the same. Not asunder.

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.

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! 🙂

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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.