Reason

Some days are just special and today is one of those days.

On a day like today I would like to tell you about a loop which never allows us to escape yet it carries the escape with it.

Read to know…know to read

Mind is a fool for it does not know,

Heart controls it whereabout.

And Heart’s a fool for it does not know,

Mind can trick heart without a doubt.

But who is smarter of the two?

Answer divides the Earth in half.

Fact is there is no false or true,

Same situation can make one cry and one laugh.

If you feel Heart is smart,

Tell Heart that everything is alright.

Poor Mind will play its part,

Everything will start to look just right.

And if you think mind is stronger,

Tell Mind that you call the shots.

Poor Heart will beat longer,

And open all the positive slots.

We believe in what we think,

We think about what we believe.

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.~

Amidst all the hustle and bustle, we humans often neglect or miss the events that actually change our lives. When we expect them the least they come and change the course of our lives.

Loud happenings are actually very quiet.

 

Ecstatic

Lobby is filled with bright young faces,

So many aspirations, dreams, and goals.

Different backgrounds from different places,

Here to audition for whole new roles.

Ecstatic to be a part of change,

A pinch of uncertainty in the otherwise smart world.

Life gives us chances to expand our range,

Seemingly endless or maybe simply twirled.

Ecstatic! Don’t you think?

Life has its own way of doing things right.

Everything changes while we blink,

Loud happenings are actually very quiet.

For the very first time, I am allowing my own voice to sound the Poem I wrote for the world. For those who do not have the time to read my words, can now hear it from the composer.

Do let me know if you liked it as much as I did composing it.

Listen to know…know to read

 

While I carved life on the canvas,

A beguiling form started to emerge.

Haywired but pristine to look at,

Many lines did while many didn’t converge.

Upon completion I took a few steps back,

And gazed at a multi-coloured tree.

Each branch with its own demeanour,

That only the carver would see.

Each chapter of ours created a branch of its own,

Some ended, some persisted, and some awaited.

Each with soft sweet fruits or white harsh stones,

For us to taste as life advocated.

Haywired but pristine is what I saw,

Because each branch had a beautiful outline.

Good ones were good and bad ones weren’t flawed,

In the end, every chapter turned out just fine.

 

A motivational note…

Do you know why our eyes release tears?

I’ll answer that at the very end.

For now let us not pretend,

Reboot, regroup and comprehend.

Every morning we get on with our work,

Trying to move a step ahead, scared to get stuck,

But it is not that simple, not that straight,

Life has it’s way of being a jerk.

So we try and try again till we can,

Soaring with our wide wingspan,

But eventually we run out of energy and plan,

And end up quitting what we began.

Every machine on this Earth,

Including humans for all their worth,

Need to reboot every now and then,

Answering the question which was stuck.

So take some time to stroll back,

Steal some peace and love for self,

Indulge in things and give yourself some slack,

A Soft temperament is impossible to crack.

I have a label on my head,

“One who deceives for his gain.”

I trick and lie to earn my bread,

But am I the one who is insane?

I walk amongst others like a regular bloke,

And see no difference between you and I,

We all behave the same round the clock,

Show me one person who does not lie.

I have a label on my head,

But I don’t hide behind any tower.

Denounce this false high that you are being fed,

Kindness lies in being yourself, being yourself is power.

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.