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.”

It’s A New Day!

Everyday isn’t usually a success story.

But everyday is one more chance to write a new story.

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We’re lazy, we’re scared, we want distraction

From that deadly e-mail of the transaction.

Somewhere we know that time will go on

We know this day, soon will be all gone.

Yet, we postpone, we lurk into tomorrow

We’re waiting for happiness and hiding our sorrow.

Who knows if there is a tomorrow at all

We don’t know of future yet we stand tall.

I was planning of 17th July today

But who knows where I’ll be tomorrow anyway.

It’s tough to do everything at once, I know

But it shouldn’t be tough to “get set and go”.

To not hit the snooze, to be enthusiastic

To adapt the change, be elastic.

I know it’s easy to say or read today

Tomorrow it’ll seem like a punishment anyway.

But take it as a challenge and write a new story

Maybe it changes the way you see glory.

It might not be successful but it’ll be new

Something to start with, to break through.

Late At Night!

Late at night, I wonder…

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Ten years have gotten behind

Don’t know, declined or confined.

Running away or running around

Anyhow I don’t like the sound.

Sound of the rains pouring outside

Or the blood that’s gushing inside.

Taste of the wind of a far off land

Or of the waves that kiss the sand.

I close my eyes to feel my sight

To feel the presence of the bright light.

Feeling my nails to check how long life has been

Happy within because it’s been a win-win.

It’s still young and still a sweet song

Ten years have gone but she’s running strong.

Listening to the rains and talking to the wind

Feeling the wavy sand, quite thick-skinned.

Looking at the sun that’s far beyond

For he will always be here to respond.

To questions of other young men and women

Of the famous “how long do I live” acumen.

Late at night, I wonder

Life and me are the same. Not asunder.

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.

Approval!

Encouraging works better than criticism.

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I’ve been a critic, an over-thinker too

But trust me it has just made me more blue.

Has made me wonder how hopeless I am

Makes me think, I’m just another human sham.

But it’s weird how our minds respond

To every thought, idea and beyond.

It makes me feel trapped and useless

And we go on saying a “NO” for every yes!

So today, I’m trying to open that door

The lock that I’d always ignore.

Trying to break self slamming

Bringing gratitude in place of damning.

It’s strange how my mind still reacts

To thoughts and ideas, the way it acts.

Making me confident and waking the cells

Turning me from expels to excels.

Making me feel good about myself

Understanding the respect for myself.

Getting out of the trap and being free

Making me foresee and agree.

Worrying about being wrong got me nowhere

Taking the step to become right might take me somewhere.

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.