Waking Up!

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

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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.

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Sincere Dreams!

Commitments often tend to lose shape when encountered with challenges.

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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.

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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.

Old And New!

A mandatory new year post.

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“Well is it really?”

That’s what they ask me.

I don’t know clearly,

I mean I wouldn’t wish that sincerely.

But here’s a thing,

Today I do have a lot to say

Not about what 2018 will bring

Nothing even about the past 2017 spring.

It’s just about a story,

That I thought, should be narrated

Not about any Corrie, Morrie or Torrie

Nor in anybody’s glory.

An incomplete one that says,

That even in the new year

There will be good and bad days

There will be more than two pathways.

There can be more tough climbs

A little more to handle maybe

A little further than you’ve gone sometimes

And a little lesser sleep too at times.

But again, what’s gone wasn’t that bad

What’s coming is important too

But where all of this has got you is a place so glad.

The story you’ve lived so far does have a lot to add.

Every little climb you took this year

And every valley you’ve traveled

It got you where you are today

So many things unraveled.

So be proud and live this year

Not in the hope of something special

But in the spirit that whatever it has got

Will be respected and honored as celestial.

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.

 

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.