I was Me

Every time the dusk got delayed,

Or the morning sun felt harsh,

Sound of life seemed disarrayed,

Or water disappeared in the marsh,

Loved ones took a separate turn,

Old enemies met at the crossroads,

Water started to burn,

And decrypted were all my codes,

I came to this place I now call home.

 

There is always a place for me,

Here I am always allowed to be,

The person you see every now and then.

I cannot tell you how but,

The Poet and the Pen (my blog) saved me.

I was always Me.

 

Blogging has this beautiful thing in it. It makes you feel so special, so connected to yourself. Sometimes I find out so much about so many things when I sit behind this blog and dive into the World of Words.

Blogging is a good addiction and I am addicted.

Pressing issues #2

Topic #2

Sacrificing Hobby

 

 

Hey ordinary, how do you do?

Upset? when someone says this to you,

I won’t apologise for being true,

For you did this to yourself, didn’t you?

 

Hobbies are trademarks of individuality,

They may sound same but that’s the only similarity,

For your hobby and your personality,

Combined contribute to your singularity.

 

You had/have a gift,

But you chose to let it go.

If you think your hobby cannot lift,

Look at the legends on whom are the TV shows.

 

No, it’s not late, it’s still out there,

Go on, run after it, catch it and stare,

Grow together, learn and preach,

Your Hobby is your flair.