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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Discipline!

Bridging the gaps between loads of work and time.

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There’s a path between goals and accomplishments

A path through enhancements to adjustments.

Adjustments that teach us that changes are vital

Vital for one’s life story to have a great title.

At times they make us mend priorities

Turning confidence to crazy anxieties.

The paths can change with different makeovers

At times giving value to invaluable takeovers.

To habits we develop on our way

To chances we have to take anyway.

To make sure that the path may vary

But the goals, should always remain same; scary.

And for that to be our win-win

Th bridge to build in-between is discipline.

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.

It’s Okay!

It’s okay to be wrong, it’s okay to fall.

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It’s okay to fall down

And okay to lose the crown.

It’s okay to be sad sometimes

All mountains have hard climbs.

But what’s important is to get up

Stronger to reach the run-up.

To take the leap and touch the sky

To cartwheel and fly high.

It’s okay if it takes time

Having faith is something sublime.

To believe in yourself and keep moving

It’s not easy to keep proving.

But go ahead and prove it again

For there’s no pleasure without pain.

And tomorrow will be a life so new

When they applaud for you.

When an audience will cheer your name aloud

And you will stand there tall and proud.

So it’s okay if you fall today

Get up again and try anyay.

Somewhere!

Striving to reach a destination I’m not sure even exists.

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Looking for a quiet place

A place for mind space.

A place where my soul is at peace

Where I have my own think piece.

A place where my dreams are understood

Where I’m fearless and stand withstood.

A somewhere that defines my mind state

Somewhere I can find my imaginative state.

A path for my perseverance

A plateau for thought clearance.

A home for family and love

A sky where flies the white dove.

Looking for a quiet place

A place for mind space.

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.

 

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.