hope

Stuck in the worst possible place in your life?

Great!

No, I am not sadist, just Read or Listen to know why.

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The Darkest Hour

When the night was dark I saw my bright self.

Nothing and everything seemed so clear.

Pursuit for betterment kept me breathing,

As the night ensured I face my fear.

 

Blooded armour seemed like a robe,

Sweats and tears as medals,

Gloomy night became inspiring,

And thorns became rose petals.

 

Night is darkest just before the dawn,

And not specific to the earthly sky.

From tough times Courage is drawn,

Perhaps day breaks as the bird fly.

A writer sitting in a cafe trying to come up with a work is quite common. But let’s not talk about common things, ordinary things for some time.

Our minds are perhaps the best gift given to us for it allows us to think and do the most amazing stuffs.

Owing to our minds, each and every one of us has a flair. A speciality about ourselves. While I am awaiting for my fellow readers to share/talk about their flair with me, let me share about mine.

My Flair

I am an absolute buffoon.

Not knowing is my speciality.

I sometimes feel like December in June,

But I try to understand everything in its totality.

That is my Flair.

Knocked down several times,

Sometimes due to my lack of guard,

Sometimes due to some uncommitted crimes,

Yet none could get me disbarred,

I keep narrating my triumphs in rhymes.

That is my Flair.

I try to know things,

Unconventional or conventional are bounded by rings,

Fools who keep trying become Kings,

My Flair is my willingness to craft my own wings.

 

-That is my flair, what about you?

 

I have always noticed one thing. Before a storm breaks, there is silence. An unusual peace, calmness, and overall soothing atmosphere persists.

The calmer the silence, the violent the storm.

Translating the same to our lives and bringing both silence and a storm, Let me put things into perspective.

 

We often crib about our misery,

Unhappy with a certain storm.

At those times turn towards chivalry,

And wait for the right platform.

Night precedes day, fire precedes ash,

Anger precedes sorry all in a flash.

And just like that Storm precedes peace.

Yet we remain oblivious and rash.

Keep calm and remember the said lines,

For if there is misery today, tomorrow will be fine.

Storm only visits to test our spine,

Don’t be a stubborn tree, be a smart vine.

What is the best we can do?

– Give our everything.

What is everything?

Heart, Hard work, Honesty, and Hope.

Let’s break this dilemma down for once and for all.

Heart:-

In order to achieve, first believe.

For without believe there is no hope.

Ensure your heart is ready to heave,

As it is a steep and long slope.

Hard-work:-

Everything comes for a price,

Dreams too, if you will.

Luck can simply roll the dice,

Hard-work is the greatest skill.

Honesty:-

Pursue only if you are sure,

Time is superior to money.

Honest aim is the trait of mature,

Otherwise you life is just funny.

Hope:-

Once the heart is ready and beating,

Once the mind is prepared to work,

And when honesty is doing your bidding,

Have hope, you will never be stuck.

Did you find what you were looking for?

Something we ask other people quite often. But what about our own selves?

To find one must get lost,

For the thing you seek is lost too.

To learn one must forget,

Pretend there is nothing that you ever knew.

To understand what you do not,

Try something different and new,

To find peace and yourself,

Walk in the world’s shoe.

To do anything that you wish to,

First do what you never did.

To be anything you hope to be,

Life will only allow and not forbid.

To most it was a blanket to curl in,

But for one it was a cape.

While the sleeping slept after their win,

The innocent one took on a hero’s shape.

Innocence makes the world so different,

For they see what anyone would do.

But their interpretations are invigorant,

Do you remember the last time you flew?

Powered with strength, powered with energy,

Power to spread laughter and joy,

The blanketed hero can avert any jeopardy,

As would any who knew evil can only toy.


Add some innocence to the seriousness

I seek a conversation with me,

But I rarely can manage time.

So I asked, when will I be free?,

Some time during the rhyme.

Amidst all the hustle and bustle,

I found time for everything else,

Life presents opportunities only after tussle,

Opportunities encoded in the book we write for ourselves.

So take a walk and talk during the walk,

For at times you need to hear it from yourself.

Each solution that I need,

Is right next to me round the clock.