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.

Good!

Just Good or Good Enough?

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No matter how great life is with us, we’ll always find it ordinary

We’ll find our blessings and pleasures just quite ordinary.

One always fails to understand that necessity for us, is luxury for many

The money that is less for us, might be a blessing for someone as just a penny.

The love that is complicated for us, might be a need somewhere

The health that is a weakness for us might be the only treasure somewhere.

The thing here is, we try to make every amazing and awesome just a good

While we fail to understand that for someone, somewhere a good is just a lot too good.

We have to stop pitying on ourselves for we have a lot to give

We have to start living a life that wasn’t any ask but a give.

We have to understand that what we might own is a lot more than most souls

We have to believe that we can give more and take less from life goals.

It’s easy to think and difficult to practice I’d say

Yet, once you feel the joy of giving you’ll live every second of the day.

An ordinary “good” for us is an extraordinary best for someone

Live the best you can with goodness, so that it makes you a better someone.

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.

Action!

No films would be made without any action.

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How far are you from your goal?

Is it set everywhere? Is it in your soul?

Are you in action or are you still waiting?

For the time keeps running, it’s restating.

You don’t need thoughts, you need ideas

So stop thinking, forΒ you are no Midas.

Get up and go for you have to achieve your dream

Free yourself from the world esteem.

Be responsible, be quick, work hard with grit

There isn’t anyone like you, so just befit.

Irrespective of what people say or feel

Go ahead for yourself, and close your eyes to feel.

Understand what you were born for

And get that straight to your core.

Imagine what you have to be

And stop reading this, just go and be.

Work hard for the time is now or never

Be bold, be you, be in action forever.

Ephemeral!

Moments will always fleet away with time.

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I somehow feel I’ve stopped appreciating the time I have, for the time I will lose

I know it always quite depends on what we decide and what we wish to choose.

But, what exactly is the fun of losing this particular moment for a past memory?

Or losing this present minute or current second for a future happening story?

I feel that I don’t live my present quite well enough

Just by thinking how I will reach to the next one, which is tough.

At times we don’t enjoy the present ourselves because of sharing it socially

The social need of taking us forward to trends is increasing expeditiously.

Imagine a sunset, beautifully pink and golden shining at a seashore

But we are running away in the need for more.

Isn’t the sunset quite enough to enjoy for this moment?

Isn’t it just perfectly adding to the day like a valuable component?

How about a deliciously fulfilled bowl of your favourite dish?

Why is there any needΒ to capture it and miss the aroma of your dish?

Every moment of our life is worth sharing if we notice it carefully

But wouldn’t we have a story to narrate if we hadn’t posted pictures socially?

It’s serene to live the present without thinking about the past or future

Isn’t there so much in this moment for us to nurture?

There’s so much to do right away if we think about it

Also there’s so much to live by, bit by bit.

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.

Conclusions!

Have you ever planted a small little seed?

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Every seed needs it’s own space, time and weather to grow into a plant

Some take time to germinate, while some need time to be stable or they slant.

But do you know what’s the best part about them?

These plants are much more richer than any kind of gem.

These little flora or vegetations have great stories to tell

In all spheres of earths’ life they make something or the other propel.

But, how would it be, if we thought a seed would never germinate?

Before planting, we thought about no life of it, no fate.

How would it be if we thought it wouldn’t grow into a plant?

Or if we thought it wouldn’t be stable, it will just slant.

How would it be if we didn’t give enough water for it to flourish?

By making a decision that it would not nourish?

It would definitely stop it’s life or go into some other direction

If we never gave it the right attention or affection.

This plant story is for us to understand.

How coming to conclusions makes life bland.

How about thinking of now instead?

And planning a better future ahead.