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.

Existence!

Philosopher Socrates once said, “The unexamined life is not worth living.” And years later, Psychotherapist Sheldon Kopp remarked, “The unlived life is not worth examining.”

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Studying these two quotes by such marvellous people

I found myself a non-existent soul according to these people.

I’m not blaming them, but unfortunately they’re right

And don’t take me wrong but here is quite a large fight.

Because most of my age peopleΒ might feel as I feel today

For we’re quite wasting the precious time of our lives everyday.

Until we examine, who we wish to be or what we wish to do

We’d be no one in a world of geniuses to be true.

And until we start living our lives to the fullest

There’d be nothing about us for the world, we’d just be a tourist.

I definitely don’t want to be someone who came to go

I want at least one hall of fame to know.

To know someone like me existed and made someone proud

If not the world I wish at least my country knows with what I’m endowed.

At this time, I don’t wish popularity nor do want any monetary gain

But is it really worth living a life just clicking pictures when it won’t return again?

Who wants a life that not many people even know of?

I don’t want to be a tourist, I want immeasurable love.

I want to exist and I want people know that I do

I want to be of some help to someone to be true.

Distract From Distractions!

I know it’s kind of funny and may seem difficult. But, it isn’t really that way.

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The root cause of every problem practically resolves it to quite an extent

So what is the root cause of distraction and to what extent?

The causes of distraction are usually, boredom, discomfort or fear

And honestly, in this case there is nothing to fear dear.

It’s not advisable in this era to restrict oneself from all possible distractions

But avoiding them at a slow pace will soon keep us away from our distractions.

The pleasure of good work and play most of the times help us out

And there is a valuable change they bring about.

Distractions come to us, when there isn’t enough will to work

Or if there is will and dedication but to much murk at work.

Also it strikes us when we’re not as great socially as our peer these days

While there isn’t quite a need to do that yet these days.

Furthermore, distractions come quite easily when boredom resides within

Well, why not focus more and play harder to make boredom give in?

Action!

No films would be made without any action.

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How far are you from your goal?

Is it set everywhere? Is it in your soul?

Are you in action or are you still waiting?

For the time keeps running, it’s restating.

You don’t need thoughts, you need ideas

So stop thinking, forΒ you are no Midas.

Get up and go for you have to achieve your dream

Free yourself from the world esteem.

Be responsible, be quick, work hard with grit

There isn’t anyone like you, so just befit.

Irrespective of what people say or feel

Go ahead for yourself, and close your eyes to feel.

Understand what you were born for

And get that straight to your core.

Imagine what you have to be

And stop reading this, just go and be.

Work hard for the time is now or never

Be bold, be you, be in action forever.

The Letter Book!

Yet so much to say and convey!

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Years ago, I came into the practice of writing letters

Since words were my best friends, they made the best happiest letters.

I loved stamping and posting letters to friends and family

As a kid I loved pasting some stickers or some sort of smiley.

At times I used to get replies, at times I’d write letters to myself

I would write them yearlong and hide them for my birthday in some shelf.

Soon we got into the habit of emails and got busier with life

More than fun, now typing truly felt like a huge strife.

Learning how to type words at first was quite interesting

But losing my letters to emails was quite distressing.

Sooner or later I realized my words felt better on paper with ink

In my hand writing, with neatness and at times the smell of ink.

I felt my fingers hurt to type the smallest of phrases

I wanted to hear the scribbles than the keyboard key noises.

It was amazement at start to get replies at an instant of a second

But I longed for my letter replies, that made me happy each second.

Yes, technology moved way faster getting better advancements for us

But it also took some little pleasures away thus.

I still write letters and post them until the postman has a job

For someday I know, there’d be no books or inks for my job.

For someday, someone won’t cry reading my letter

That day, an email too would lie unread, while it would be a love letter.

Calm Down!

Everyone is busy… I don’t know doing what!

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We’re all running, panting yet running

I don’t wish to sleep, for work seems stunning.

I sneeze, head hurts. But “Work comes first!”

First is not important if it makes you feel worst.

Wake up and run, neither jog nor walk

Don’t sleep, don’t eat, don’t even talk.

“Technology is our friend!” they say

I don’t understand how gadgets took my time away.

I don’t know when I work and when I play

Is it really a friend or foe today?

We’re all working on reports and modules

I don’t know how so much clutter can help companies form rules.

I don’t understand if we work to live or live to work today

We don’t do what we love at all in any way.

Is it so important to be busy in life?

Or is it just a little more important to live our life?

Work always was and will remain a part of our lives

However, let’s not confuse parts with complete lives.