Short but Significant.
We decide our own character,
We decide our own cast,
We decide our own script,
But the play is far more vast.
Despite us doing everything, why do we feel like an outcast?
Book is one with a single story,
But multiple chapters and lessons.
We fixate on things that shouldn’t make us worry,
Not all ends are conclusions.
Each character is a book,
And each book writes itself.
Life only decides the path you last took.
Decide how you want to stage yourself.
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?
Let’s not talk about the New Year for a minute. Yes, we did step into a new year and have got ourselves a new start but let’s really think about something important.
After we are done with a book or a lesson or any other experience, we summarize and write a mental note to ourselves. Similarly, I think it is nice to write a Note to Self before we move on to new experiences.
This is mine. I hope you write one to yourselves too!
Note to Self
A dark sky full of stars,
Found me wandering about.
Underneath the moonlight it revealed,
How our shadows silently shout.
Doubt, biggest quake in any sphere,
Shakes the very strongest of stones.
So to nullify, keep calm and stay clear,
Key lies in voices and in tones.
Fear, result of our own mind,
Cripples the very ablest being.
So to nullify, challenge the wind,
Fear can be defeated with a little bit of cheating.
Pain, who drops by time and again,
Strangles our mind and heart.
So to nullify, try being insane,
Pain is not really that smart.
And Sadness, the widely regarded spoilsport,
Is in fact our own manifestation.
So to cut its stay short, Smile…
Your shadow will figure out a solution.
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
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Oh! dweller, who is looking for self,
Funny how you know everyone but you.
Like all the books that stand in your shelf,
You think you have read everyone you knew.
Oh! dweller, let me know then,
Who am I and what is true?
For all I have heard time and again,
My different versions from many different view.
Let me tell you what is known to a few,
We are what others want us to be.
Oh! dweller, without any further adieu,
Do convey what you actually see.
