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.

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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.

Constant, Consistent And Continuous!

There are certain things in life, you just can’t change.

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I know change too in life is constant

But the way I look at you won’t change.

I know at times people become distant

But this love we have is too strange.

This extreme affinity I couldn’t have shared

If it weren’t sharing with you

The love, the laughter, the conversations at infinity

Wouldn’t be this easy for me if it weren’t with you.

Time has flown so swift and smooth

And I feel as if I met you just yesterday

I’m not just saying this to soothe

But I don’t know, if I can be without you today.

Life has been both cranky and calm

Since the time you’ve held my hand

But you never let go of my palm

Whether I was in soaked boots or sunny sand.

It’s commendable how you’ve loved me

And how deeply you care

There aren’t many who’d wish to love me

And have a piece of their soul to share.

I know my ways to love you are distinct

They aren’t so expressive and illustrious

I know my love is not so succinct

Yet, it’ll always remain constant, consistent and continuous.

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.

Ailurophile!

For every cat lover. πŸ™‚

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She twirls around me like a girlfriend would

And hunts my down from every corner she should.

This little girl stares and meows like a coyΒ sweetheart

And she’ll roll and curl and stretch and twist for that’s her art.

She’s lazy and lying on my lap like that’s her bed

But this fur ball wants just me as her bed.

And who doesn’t want her, this little soft toy to play

I run my hands over her and she jumps away.

At times she’s angry and she doesn’t eat or come to me

She jumps away and tantrums around for me to see.

And then I cry and she licks my tears away

For this girl is my pal and I love her anyway.

She rubs my nose for she always needs her greeting

Making me sneeze like she’s cheating.

Cheating me, running away and hiding somewhere

Β Leaving her tail to be found like she doesn’t care.

She’s an adorable little loving beauty

How can one resist the love of such a cutie?

Just a glance at her makes me smile

I guess that’s true for every Ailurophile.

Chapters Of My Life!

Every book has good and bad chapters.

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She walked along the pages of her book

And her footsteps wrote the words of her book.

She danced and drew and doodled around too

Her book was something special and different too.

And then she grew old and met people new

Who stayed for a few pages and then someone new.

Some stayed quite long and some held a little time

Some turned her book into a teardrop and some made it sublime.

She traveled and added pictures to the story

She had to much to say but now she created history.

Every book has chapters good and bad

She experienced them all and I’m glad.

She played along the pages of her book

AndΒ her footsteps wrote the words of her book.

Death!

The only thing that can bring an end to everything, every task, every relationship all at once, is mortality.

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I’ve never considered death as a menace

I’m sure death too caries immense grace.

But what if it came tomorrow to me?

What if I know it’s coming to me?

Tough to react to a situation like that right?

Especially after all this glorious fight?

The fight to live better and rise with hope

The fight to get somewhere after a slippery slope?

Well, life was tough too but it always had beginnings

Even after loss it gave us too many innings.

Because, we were alive to see the next morning

To wake up to live a new day so adorning.

What would you do to make today special if it were last?

What would you forget and who would you forgive in your last?

Whom would you thank and whom would you kiss?

Whom would you give your life’s treasure and whom would you miss?

What would you eat and what would you wear?

Whom would you tell that you always did and still will care?

Well, do it now, for tomorrow never dies

And never comes a time to realize.

Realize that life is too short no matter how long it gets

It’s a blessing each day, no matter how tough it gets.

Begin today because an end has no story

Death isn’t evil but make it look like glory.