Choice

Just remember, it is alright.

 

 

A game is what comes to mind,

Rules of which aren’t very clear.

Spectators perception is what the players find,

Validation is the sign of fear.

Game is called Decisions.

For every turn we roll the dice,

3 sides Wrong and 3 Right.

Yet we fail for we think twice,

Every Decision is perfect from one particular sight.

Your Sight.

Whatever happens there is a reason,

Following your choice is no act of treason,

Life should be carved out as per your precision,

There is nothing Wrong or Right but the situation.

Short but Significant.

 

We decide our own character,

We decide our own cast,

We decide our own script,

But the play is far more vast.

Despite us doing everything, why do we feel like an outcast?

 

Book is one with a single story,

But multiple chapters and lessons.

We fixate on things that shouldn’t make us worry,

Not all ends are conclusions.

 

Each character is a book,

And each book writes itself.

Life only decides the path you last took.

Decide how you want to stage yourself.

 

Youth, embodiment of energy and crazy. But

Truth, quintessential drudgery resulting in lazy.

Why, a question with an answer all hazy.

Reality, no one knows or even asks out of courtesy.

Anomaly, when someone tries to row upstream.

Perceived, a foul player who cannot be of a team.

Irony, when one does live their dream,

The World, “Why can’t we live in the same theme?”.

 

Walk your own life and let others be,

The more you twist or tangle, lesser you will be free.

Maniacs at Work need to stop and flea,

Your wish is what your life should see.

 

Change is always met with friction and therefore growing up too is hard to digest, process, and express.

But after a particular point of time or more specifically events, we do grow up. The only question: Is it for our best?

Growing Up

I can only judge one man,
In whose shoes I have walked.
So to meet him I do all that I can,
A journey where me and I talked.
Careless, hopeless, and without any plan,
My journey started a bit quivery.
But then again I was just a kid,
Unaware of most of the mystery.
Reality sunk in sooner than later,
And I realised I have the spark.
To my story I became my own creator,
By being Persistent even in the dark.
Good and bad both greeted from time to time,
My past failures hanging onto my life like a crime,
The only thing I learnt as I was growing up,
In the end everything will be just fine.
~Anyone who has realised this simple fact,
Is a grown-up and will one day shine.~

Long ago in the city of time,

Resided 3 brothers in the tower of tense.

Independently codependent and always in their prime,

They were the writers of the play of suspense.

Act 1 spoke of the do’s and don’ts,

For our characters need a guideline to follow.

An angel that both guides and haunts,

Past was essential but is now just hollow.

Act 2 speaks of the moment that is now,

Where everything we do is confined.

Live it, Respect it, take a bow,

Present is the one which is kind.

Act 3 is undone and uncertain,

And will only be revealed in due time.

Suspense is what lies behind the curtain,

A play which itself is time.

I am happy to announce that I am happy. Yes, I think that should do…

Hello fellow mortal, playing the game of life. Happiness and Sadness, ups and downs, rights and wrongs are all taking their turns and making you jump the hoops, right?

That’s alright. Life is 10% events and 90% reactions to those events.

So while we cannot control 10%, we can definitely command the remaining 90% with the help of a Trick. A trick for life.

Good Morning to all, all the way from India!

Namaste 🙂

Trick

“Every action has an equal and opposite reaction”

A law of science which is absolute and true.

Also true is the law of ramification,

“Our actions which are reactions have consequences too”.

Most of our open eyed time,

Is spent on figuring out, what to do.

And while this is necessary and prime,

I see a trick for life clearly through.

Embracing events with positivity and smile,

Is the only simple trick we can do.

Being angry, sad, or even scared is not worthwhile,

Something amazing is always hidden from view.

This is his story. A story which created history. Very few know him, even fewer understand him and perhaps no one ever got to see the real him.

Who is he?

He is anyone, everyone, and no one.

This is our story. A story of which we all are a part of.

His-Story
A con man with an uncommon genuine smile,
Predicating an image that is still unclear,
Is always facing some or the other trial,
For his mind has both courage and fear.

Humble at the very core but not so much on the skin,
Just like the world we so much adore, we too are on a spin.
And to win?, Con man must be a kin,
And so we all have this evil twin.


Passionate is another charm of time,
Without which nothing is fine.
Each step in life is like a line.
His story is for him to design.


To be truthful, not being truthful is alright,
For with situations we need to change our sight.
Lose if you must for trying is right,
His story speaks about everyone's fight.