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.

 

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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.

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?

Mentor!

A rock wouldn’t know it carried fire within until another rock was struck with it.

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We all need that one person who inspires us to be better

The one who understands us and makes our worse, ourΒ better.

There are many in this world who would just want to compete with you

But that one person will always be candid and teach you.

Teacher or guru or guideΒ or mentor

No matter what you call them, they’re like a centaur.

Pushing you for the target and training you to fight

Making you learn to make every wrong move right.

The one who knows the direction of your destination

The one who adds with courage your determination.

The one who can drive you crazy and insane

But the one who’ll always take you to a path that’s sane.

I can go on to describe my teacher, my mentor today

Because I’m a result of their work in the best possible way.

These people work on minds of individuals

And create the best personalities with valuable principles.

Who could do a nobler job than them?

They live their lives in hope to make us better, everything else they condemn.