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#200: 1012 steps

20th June 2017, the day I wrote my first Post. 1012 days have passed and here we are. I cannot tell you how much have changed over these 1012 days.

On the suggestion of a friend, I opened my diary to the World and frankly, I haven’t looked back ever since. Thanks https://6stringsandanotebook.wordpress.comĀ for making me do it.

What started as fun and on a casual note has become something so special, personal and important to me. The Poet and the Pen is not just my blog but it is my way of being what I am truly and deeply.

So, as I compose my 200th Poem, I just want to say a big Thank You to all my readers, followers, blogs whom I follow for letting me be a part of this amazing sphere, blogosphere.

“Read to know…know to read”

 

The Road ahead

Distance that we travel is always remembered,

But it is the number of steps which count.

Some towards and some away from our goals,

Nonetheless, a journey is thus found.

 

Therefore, it is futile to talk about time,

What matters is what you see.

In a single second you can live a lifetime,

If you step wisely and let things be.

 

Look around, there is a lot to be found,

Appreciate before they fade.

Every moment, movement and sound,

Will help you one day to find a shade.

 

Let your footprints guide the tomorrow,

The Road ahead will keep telling you how.

Smile in happiness and also in sorrow,

Even the mountains will one day bow.

 

Let yours be the journey of movement,

One who lived every moment.

Be patient and persistent,

The Road ahead is even more extravagant.

Read to Refuel

Let me take you someplace nice. Somewhere you will not feel trapped, burdened or scared. Times are tough and therefore it is very much necessary that we keep ourselves upbeat and happy.

 

 

Around you is an empty canvas,

Waiting to reflect your mind.

Step on it and jump into a world,

Where only you know what to find.

Laws of Science and of Sense, do not apply,

For it is that World which is kind.

Your emotions and creativity are unbound,

Waiting for you to intertwine.

 

Here you are a painter, plains and hills are yours to Paint.

Here you are a writer, in every book, you will be the Saint.

Here you are a reader, stories are of your choice.

Here you are a dancer, and Music is your own Voice.

Here you are a traveller, destination is yours to make,

Here you are a creator, and everything is at stake.

Here you are anything that you wish to be,

Canvas is yours, you and all your dreams are free.

 

Around you is a beautiful canvas,

Just the way you’d like the World to be.

Close your eyes now,

It’s beautiful, if you can see.

My Odyssey

This day is special for me for today the clock will stop and reset. Make tomorrow the same for you and go get them!!!

I speak to you directly today,

Today there are no boundaries.

You may keep hiding but I will say,

Regardless of the enmity or the camaraderie.

Journey was tough till this point,

No, I don’t seek any validation.

Every hour, every step and every point,

I have accepted each and every conviction.

 

But now it’s time, time I had allotted for myself,

To rise and say, “Not anymore”.

To my comrades I will make you proud,

And to my haters, I challenge a dare.

 

29-Feb-2020, is the day I leap for the year,

This point will be a mark in my Odyssey,

Come what may, be it courage or fear.

Aim is to walk, even when the path is unclear.

From my bed to the main door

 

Every morning I take 30 steps,

From my bed to the main door.

Game for the day thus sets in motion,

30 steps determine how much I will score.

 

All the while I seek 3 lines,

What do I want to do today?

How bad do I want it?

Where do I need to improve?

 

What I want is to do better than yesterday,

And I want this feeling every single day.

I lack skills in every direction,

I suppose I am an idiot is what we should all say.

 

With these 30 I leave my house,

Ready to dance to today’s tune,

Every morning from my bed to the main door,

I set myself up as the World impugns.

Fixation

Let’s us make a promise to ourselves, a promise to reduce our habit of fixating of things, events, people or past. Dear reader, if you fixate on something you tell your mind to stop welcoming the new. New which can actually be better and true is therefore asked to go away and we struggle with the way we stay.

So, again stressing on the importance of mental health and well-being, let’s stop fixating. Let’s wake up fresh every morning and just like a fresh page in a diary, allow ourselves to scribble a new story or art or poetry or any other of the 1000 brilliant gifts of life.

Read to know…know to read.

Fixated mind asphyxiates,

Turning one into a sheep.

Mind, who absorbs and creates,

When fixated falls asleep.

Novelty just like in dates,

In thoughts helps to leap.

Fixated mind is a dead weight,

Either wake up fresh or might as well just sleep.

Break the loop of thoughts,

Let bygones be bygones.

Allow new stories, experiences, and plots,

And try knowing more about the unknowns.

More you accept the newer lessons,

Finer and stronger your story will be.

Dwelling is the sign of depression.

Fixated mind ceases to be.

Instantaneous

On a cloudy January night, I had an epiphany. So I took out my Laptop, logged onto my blog and started pressing the keys to give shape to my imaginary world.

So far it is going good.

But what is it that I am writing about?

For once, even I do not know and want to keep it like that.

 

By breaking the norm of think and write,

And relentlessly jotting down my words.

I refuse to think about the wrong or right,

And fly freely like birds.

To my surprise I am visioning things,

Which are truly important to me.

For somehow all the unnecessary belongings,

Seem to have been sold for free.

Exhilarating, this feeling, this rush,

This act of doing things in one go.

While brain is flying my words do blush,

Life seems clear when we go with the flow.

Oh thinker be wise and don’t think,

For sometimes just scroll through your mind.

Your memory is the best shrink,

You never know the solutions that you will find.

A Venture

Every Venture is in some way or the other a first Venture, isn’t it?

I mean, let’s think about it. Situations are different, people are different, choices are different etc.

Beautiful/Ugly is not the question. Venture is a venture, simple as that.

So, shall we delve in?

A Venture

On the 14th Morning of December,

In between January and November,

I had an epiphany.

So I decided to get lost,

In the city’s smogy frost.

Keyboard which is my mind’s native tongue,

So wise at times and so brash like a young,

Searching for a song that hasn’t been sung,

It churns everyday inhaling opportunities in my lungs.

So, I ventured out.

I see citylights outshining the elderly sun,

I see kids some not and some having fun,

I see youngsters, all tired as the day gets done,

And I see the old enjoying in the peace they had earn.

Trying to fit in, I stepped up.

I met people I never wondered about,

Jumped off a cliff with the most frivolous shout,

Cleared up a few things and solved my doubts,

And without knowing took the less travelled routes.

To my luck…

I learn and learn and understand everyday,

Becoming more human instead of a lump of clay,

To learn one must not stop or stay,

Venture out, new experiences are not far away.