Persistence

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.~

What is life without mistakes?

A mere journey with no learning and sense of accomplishment. So while the world associates mistakes with something negative, let me tell you why I believe they are essential and wonderful.

Keep making mistakes but never repeat one.

Mistakes

You learn only when you try,

And trying comes with its proof.

Learn to look your mistakes in the eye,

For mistakes are never aloof.

Each new mistake has a new take,

And a message to never repeat again.

Remember, it is your goal which is at stake,

Keep learning every now and then.

 

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Let’s keep things simple shall we?

Often when we shoot for our goals we don’t always make it. Sometimes when we do, we are overwhelmed and filled with joy but when we do not we break down, doubt ourselves and go into a spiral.

You see, there is a cure for that. The cure is very Simple. 

What is the cure, you ask?

I already told you, it is simple.

So for the 121st time, Read to know…know to read

 

Simple

Simple is the solution that you seek,

Even though the times are hard.

I know you feel that your chances are bleak,

Trust me it is just one more yard.

So you had to wait a little while longer,

Or you lost after reaching till the end.

A weak one succeeded while you were stronger,

Or any other time when you weren’t contend.

You felt pain, you felt sorry,

You had doubts and acted folly.

Thinking of what winners might have done,

Simple as I told you already.

They tried again…

Let me ask you about your dream.

Close your eyes and shuffle your thoughts.

Reckon you are witnessing images in stream,

Now stand back and connect the dots.

Plenty of pictures and moments to look at,

But very few of them brighten your eyes.

Well dear reader I hope you get that,

Nobody but you can nullify your lies.

Yes, things aren’t as simple as philosophy claims to be,

Yes, life has its way of being bounded or free,

Smile and claim your goals. Deal but don’t plea,

And once you do, we will converse your story.

Tea or coffee?

I came up with this tag line during the very initial days of my blog. I remember, we were sitting in my hostel room and talking about palindrome when I saw on this piece of paper with Read to know written on it.

Thus began, Read to know…know to read catch phrase. Not exactly a palindrome by definition but yeah that’s pretty much the story. Today I am here ready to post by 100th Poem and it really has been a journey so far.

To many more to come and to this 100th, Read to know…know to read.

Satisfyingly unsettled

Birds were flocking back to their nests,

While the set was glowing orange and red.

Amidst the settling sand they give their best,

And remain Satisfyingly unsettled for ahead.

What more can you truly achieve apart from a simple try?

Question to be asked in the presence of stars…

Was my effort a truth or a lie?

Regardless of answer strategy says, “Try”.

Remain satisfied with what you did,

But dare not settle ever in life.

Greed is not doing my bid,

It is the positive satisfying drive.

Satisfyingly unsettled is to perform, rest, and strive.

The Poet and the Pen, 100th Poem

 

Darkest nights fear from thee,

Thou who art the bearer of light.

Endless shadows that can always be,

Cripple at the Phoenix’s flight.

Blazing wings that art thy glory,

Burning heart that is thy desire,

Flaming eyes that art thy passion,

Together makes one the bird of fire.

Phoenix that ends the reign of zilch,

Only re-borns from its ash.

Darkest nights fear from thee,

Thou who harbours fire in flesh.

 

 

A voice echoed in my ear,

How far is our destination?

To a question whose answer is not clear,

I said, “Perhaps the final station”

A long silence persisted for a while,

Which on breaking asked about fear,

Dear voice, “Life is like a trial,

It can never be too clear”.

It further asked about patience,

Plenty required if you ask me.

Truth of life is based on the very essence,

Untill your last act your destination is to be.