Waking Up!

I’m trying to create a life that I can’t wait to wake up to.

2.jpg

That morning jog and hot cup of coffee

A conversation with my dear diary Sophie.

A run to achieve some dreams

A new path to build new teams.

The hour, the day, the week, the month

Can’t wait to see whether 7th or 11th.

An ambition so strong and a heart so brave

A decision so right that I just crave.

For the day my feet stand tall

To see a name engraved as fame on the wall.

Waiting for a life that might not be all good

Yet waking up to it, because I’m truly blessed touch wood.

Advertisements

Sincere Dreams!

Commitments often tend to lose shape when encountered with challenges.

1.png

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.”

Perfect!

Life is perfect now, just the way it is.

1.jpg

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.

Appropriation!

For that was taught in school and I’m a grown up now.

1.jpg

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.

 

Younger Self!

We often follow the values that were instigated into us in our childhood.

younger self.jpg

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! 🙂

1.jpg

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?

1.jpg

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.