Juxtaposition!

No two flowers bloom at the same time.

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Some flowers are born in the wild

While some are born in weathers mild.

Some are plucked too soon and left to die

While some can really standby.

Every flower too is one of a kind.

Then why do we compare and grind?

Each bud blooms when it is it’s time

Every mountain has a different climb.

We all are here to live a different life

Then why mix it at all and create strife?

Live a joyous life, for you are here for that.

It’s a long journey, hold on to your hat.

 

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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.

Contentment!

What’s life without happiness?

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Why is happiness so tough to achieve?

What is that we have to give to receive?

Receive the satisfaction, the joy?

Why can’t we always enjoy?

They say, those always happy are lazy

But what is life like if one is sad or dizzy?

Yes, we should break our mental barriers

Break our comfort zones without being worriers.

But what’s more important is to enjoy the life we live 

The comfort we’ve got and the love we give.

It’s important to know the value of our life

More than reaching out for more with strife.

Essential to know sorrow and enchantment

And accept life the way we get it, with contentment.

Living!

For today, when I woke up I didn’t want to exist but live.

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Work, eat and sleep

Waking up on alarm beep.

Run, earn, look good

Don’t smile, wear that hood.

Don’t laugh, don’t feel

Be hurt, but don’t heal.

Don’t take a break

Time to be awake.

Don’t explore, no curiosity

Understand your work intensity.

It’s time to sleep, go to bed

Listen, obey, don’t use your head.

Mind language, don’t take much time

Be the best! Be sublime!

Leaving this existence far behind

I come out as strong and kind.

Keeping that fear away

And making special my today.

With taking less and more of giving

Now I guess, my life I’m living.

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.

 

Changing Professions!

Life gives us quite many chances to take and choices to make.

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Maybe I didn’t come here to win

Maybe I just wanted to begin.

I wanted to begin a new chapter of my book

And soon I realized I was writing the wrong book.

How do you feel when you’re on a wrong path of the journey

Even though it’s not about any money?

How does one feel when one has to start all over again

When everything you’ve done until now goes to vain?

Most people look at me like I’ve committed some big mistakes

And most look in the eye thinking if they could too take retakes.

Retakes in a life that we get only once

Mistakes we usually make in abundance.

I don’t know who has a quintessential career

But I do know that I’m sincere.

Sincere enough to finish what I started

And I’ll be here fighting till the end whole hearted.