With steps, I realise that my pace has changed.
Stomping is harder now for my shoulder feels heavy
and eyes which used to see straight, looks down.
Even the shadow seems weary.
Yet, I never felt this burden until now
and only saw it when I did.
A little while back it was easy somehow
but now I must admit, I am growing up.
So should I be happy or should I be upset?
Answer is probably neither
for you see, even though my soles are wearing off,
My Soul is definitely a bit wiser.
There comes a time when the brook’s flow diminishes,
Sun’s light gets obstructed, we falter on our wishes.
Source of smile pokes like a thorn and stability just decreases.
Magic seizes to happen and inspiration besieges.
What would you have me say then?
I would prefer some silence
For it will break again when
The flow gets restored.
I closed my eyes and allowed it to pass,
pass those long held emotions
which were making my heart heavy
and a lesser version of myself.
What I saw was a Piano
whose notes did my bidding
and sounded my voice.
It felt like winning.
I never stopped and kept on arranging
a work which I didn’t plan but just did.
I saw anger leave my body and felt the absence of aching.
Sound of music which made me lose
the reality which was around
Is something I would choose
every time I wish to be found.
But when I opened my eyes I saw this poem
and the lights on my keyboard where all bright.
Here I was thinking that I was creating music
while I was simply jotting down some words.
I was correct to think that
because Poetry is the music of words.
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At the end of this path
turn around and look back.
You shall see a warpath
and a part of your legacy.
You will one day walk far away
and some kid will try to reach to you.
On that day, hope that your legacy convey
to not follow your path but to walk on one’s own way
and that you shall greet the kid when he does reach
and hope that the kid goes farther away
then you ever did.
A legend’s legacy.
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Today, I won’t speak but would like you to. You have a listener in me. Speak, I’ll listen.
Sanguine words fall on deaf ears
when the listener is tired.
Sometimes it’s better to just hear
the person who is haywire.
Often the solution comes
from a one sided conversation
because answers are already there on the tongue
and there is a perfect time for revelation.
Ever noticed how a child sleeps,
after a good long cry?
That child is grown up now
and has been devoid of a good cry.
Be patient just like a parent
and allow the flow of resentment
because a warped heart cannot ever see the present.
Speak my friend until you are content.
Every day is a start.
It’s up to us to decide the one
Which will play the cardinal part
To a story which has begun.
Or maybe we can have two stories,
With one start and two endings.
Every story embodies,
So many characters who are pretending.
One life is lead by each
Yet many versions of it are later preached.
Same characters but with different speech,
Oh wait, no story remains unbreached.
Start is one but point is different.
Ending for them is when we choose not to understand.
Your story you may not understand,
is perceived, not planned. Once upon a time
Plans never end,
Dreams never stop changing.
There is always something to attend
And Earth keeps revolving.
And then one day,
Just like that…
It all stops
When that line goes flat.
But before it does,
Stroll through your days with a smile.
Let it last for a while.
Occasionally tears will drop by
But that’s okay.
Tears eventually dry.
And just like that… life goes by.