A word, that carries great significance,
A word, that calms storms.
A word, you expect from others,
A word, ego doesn’t let you mutter.
A word, that makes you stronger,
A word, that makes you the leader.
A word, that renews faith and hope,
A word, that tightens the ropes.
A word, that ends conflicts,
A word, I hope you remember.
Acceptance, is the first step,
Accept yourself, no bias or regret.
Our society
The society is build, by the people,
But who are these people?
Some are obnoxious, while some are oblivious,
Some are wanderers, while some are predators.
Some are the uber rich, while some live on minimum wage,
Some are illiterate, while some learned the art of trade.
And in between, is the middle class,
Dreams of the rich, and fears of the rest apart.
For one to be heard, you need the others to be silent,
Today’s world hates more, and ends up resorting to violence.
The fragment, called the society,
Is slowly, shattering to bits.
#thenewnormal, trends more often than ever before,
What will the society be, if this chaos deafens our core?
I am not me
This week, so much has happened,
We had fun filled evenings, chatter and tattle,
Much sought comfort, but in the end,
I knew I needed this, but I am an empty shell.
This void, seems to grow everyday,
I am becoming, not my best version today,
Was it the same, I felt yesterday?
Or am I like this, and I never knew it all the way.
This void, somehow has a few strings,
Some creative, while some estranged,
Some like jellyfish, cute but fatal,
I bounce off them, feeling every emotion.
I say something, the other responds,
It feels like I'm fighting, constantly around,
In a flick, the conversation becomes an argument,
I feel cornered, and my fear cannot pretend.
The negative thoughts, rush through me,
From a happy human, I become the gloomy being,
I slouch, and feel the burden much more,
Than it was ever intended, afore.
I am, craving human connection,
I see no colour, just a gray reflection,
I need the colour, I need affection,
There I said it, I need a conversation.
24 hours
Every second counts, every hour around,
Make memories now, later may not be found.
A quick nap, some early meals,
24 hours, give you ample deals.
Learn from the clock, the simplest life rule,
A second dictates the minute, the hours do not rifle through.
To make a point, you need to choose,
Be the second or, the minute to lose.
If you want to be, an hour,
You need patience & perseverance, to devour.
You can cook, clean or just eat,
You can read, sew or just sit.
You make the time, for yourself,
May your 24 hours, be pleasant.
Cinema
Visuals speak louder than words,
It's something we hear all the time,
While watching the tv it just occurred,
The impact it has on me and my mind.
Say it be a sitcom, blockbuster or a documentary,
It leaves a mark on our mind and heart,
Your mind keeps pacing while you are sedentary,
Emotions rise and play its part.
The million characters portrayed on the screen,
Each connected to the other we see,
Some back stories and some add mystery,
Some more satirical and some devilish glee.
It's not all hypothetical but sometimes true,
Let the visuals play and the curiosity grow,
It may be happy, sad or you might feel blue,
Keep in mind it's all a show.
It used to be once in a blue moon,
Outside theatres they wrote 'coming soon',
It's not just on phones, laptops or television,
It's today's truth and tomorrow's deliberation
The Yawn
The tired mind, the pained body,
Vision fuzzy, you feel lazy.
You try to be present, with squinty eyes,
The brain refuses to work, I let out a sigh.
You stretch your legs a bit, your arms follow,
The neck moves side to side, finally stretching your fingers and toes.
Lethargy, operates you now,
You just sit and breathe, over and over.
You want to fight, this feeling,
The struggle, is very real.
Finally, your courageous nerve takes off,
With all your energy, you let out a yawn.
I will never be good enough
Dedicated to all the hard working women who are pulled down by other women....
I never, had to do home chores,
I never, had to worry about money.
I never, had to feel sorry to demand,
I never, had anyone say no to me.
I grew up, moved away from home,
I paved my path, with a tiny empty room.
I learnt to cook, clean and save,
The princess, was now also the maid.
I got married, on my own accord,
My support, my partner and our strong bond.
Along with him, came his mother,
She had expectations, I couldn't fathom.
Everyday, I strive to deliver,
Come way may, I won't be good enough.
The more I tried, the more expectations increased,
I had lost myself, slowly forgetting my beliefs.
After a long time, I finally put my foot down,
I am an individual, not someone's mercy pet.
Today, even after all these years,
She managed to remind me, I will never be good enough.
My Ikigai
Seven days, seven colors,
Each day, brings a different sight.
Seven days, seven chores,
Have I found, my ikigai?
Each color, is unique,
Changes my mood, everyday.
The colors make me, risque,
Can I find my ikigai, everywhere?
Each chore, is critique,
Demands from me, everything.
Every bit of me, is kinetic,
Is this monotony, my ikigai?
I am needed, by my family,
I am needed, by my colleagues.
I wonder, who do I need?
Is a relationship, my ikigai?
Alone, yet not lonely,
Lonely, yet not alone.
This struggle, for some bigotry,
Could this help me, find my ikigai?
My purpose, could change often,
Isn't a reason, to stop looking.
I start at square one, each day,
My ikigai, will find me someday.
Purpose
What is my purpose? Why do I exist?
A question that baffles me, and life persists.
Why am I a human? Who am I as a human?
Am I a good person? Do I have a dark side I don’t realise?
Questions unanswered, keep piling up,
The brain shuts down, I’m back at square one.
Why do I behave this way? What made me do this?
Time and again, the conversation begins.
Why am I in this situation? Why do I have to deal with trauma?
A feeling it generates, you feel like a pawn in this drama.
Who decides my purpose? What part of the puzzle am I?
Most underrated emotions, sum up the response to this.
As conversations like this, are never-ending,
Sometimes soothing, sometimes nerve wrecking.
I let these conversations continue, let it spiral,
While I try to figure out, my life and my purpose.
Blink
I open my eyes, to a beautiful view,
Valley full of flowers, sparkling dew,
A little house on a side, a kitchen garden along,
Kids playing around, it feels nomadic somehow.
I blink and, the scenes change,
The flowers vanished, it's just barren everywhere,
The house still standing, not picturesque anymore,
The kids idle, no food no water no family nomore.
I open my eyes, to a beautiful view,
Huge skyscrapers, with majestic hues,
Rags and riches, no hunger no more,
Developed you feel, life is better now.
I blink and, the scenes change,
Addiction all around, youth lost everywhere,
Money all lost, no one around,
The hues turn to darkness, high alone I was found.
I open my eyes, to a beautiful view,
A house full of people, nourishing meals await in queue,
Standing together, love admiration and respect around,
You may try but, you cannot break this high ground.
I blink and, the scenes change,
The house burned down, nothing left to take,
Everyone scattered, love lost profound,
The war, had finally shattered everything I ever found.
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