The Journey

A little rusty I am sure, but here goesSmile

There were the early days,
The days when I thought I would win.
Blessed with the sun rays,
Life as I would come to know it, was yet to begin.

As days passed, the sun became strong
Making life easy or was I wrong?
I had left the string too loose,
The sun had set and the kite was about to fall .

I passed the night that way,
Fighting the cold and dew.
My destination was about to bend,
The rocky land was making it tough.
But I will reach the mountain
Undeterred by the rough.

Hello World-a thought and a poem!

I know I have been playing truant.To that effect I am sorry.Blame it on the sessional exams,the MUNs,and being in the O.C. of a college event.
However,now I am back.With regular posts-and I know that’s a promise I have made often and broken more times in the past!
So as a comeback,I will write about what I have been thinking over the last few hours.Also,I have included in a small poem.Non-sensical mind you,but still very sensible.
Mind you,the thought and the poem have no connection and are essentially two different posts.But that would mean,opening a new tab for another post and selecting all the options.Say hello to my new trait-LAZINESS,
Cheers,
N

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What follows is a thought. Just that. Think about it. I am currently reading “The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari” and the book has set my mind on fire. It has further corroborated what I have believed all my life since I had the brains to think from; only believed because I never had the courage to really follow it completely. Isn’t it strange that all of us want to become similar things (rich, famous etc.) in life despite all being so very different people that we hardly can agree on any issue at all, ranging from the ill- effects of a mosquito-bite to the 123 Agreement? Isn’t it strange all of us recognize the importance of studying very hard whereas none the importance, or worse still, the pleasure of walking barefoot on dew-besotten grass? We are all so smitten with becoming what the world wants us to that we completely forget what we want ourselves to become. Life is so driven by an external remote that we completely forget about the steering wheel sitting plumb right in our own hands. Take control before it’s too late. We all have pasts and presents riddled with aspects that we wish rather wouldn’t be there. Stop. Do not wish. Act. Let them not be there. Let’s fill our minds with all things positive. Remove all negativity gradually and silently without telling it about its expatriation, so that it doesn’t make itself larger and more tempting than ever before, making our tough job still tougher. Let’s take “the road less travelled by”. It’s less easy and hence more rewarding.
Friends, I, for one, have started the process of stopping (albeit in a very small way)-doing what others expect and want me to.I dare you.Do the same.
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Animals At It

British, bow-tied
birds do it,
bees do it.
Even educated
fleas do it.

Soft and suave
snakes do it,
shrimps do it.
Proper party-going
chimps do it.

Center-parted
cats do it,
crocodiles do it.
Rich, reputable
frogs do it.

Gloriously gentle
swans do it,
hen do it.
And then the shrieking, cursing
men do it.

Why Does That Happen?

Found this short poem while going through my diary from last year.Sharing with you doesn’t hurt any,so here goes!
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Why Does That Happen?

From all the time to once a week,
From meetings to emails,
From calls to texts,
Why does that happen?

From so close to secretive,
From acceptance to accusations,
From forgiveness to bitterness,
Why does that happen?

From understanding to confusion,
From laughter to silence,
From sureness to jealousy,
Why does that happen?

From love to indifference,
From caring to convenience,
From best friends to acquaintances,
Why does that happen?

To Be Me

Well hello there!Back after a small break,I will share a small poem today,with the promise of being more regular from now on!
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To Be Me

Towards the sunset I drift,
Sliding out of the light,
Fading into the shadows,
Quietly out of sight.

I long for a quiet surrounding,
To sit in a field,or maybe beside the sea,
Stare up at the clouds high above me,
Uncover my thoughts and be free.
To float in a spring,
To climb up a tree,
To dance on the hillside
Fall into myself, to be me.

Yet Another Poem!

I have flipped,
I have lingered,
On the pages
Previously fingered.
This time it was different.
Memories filled my head,
Like vivid pictures
From the book I read.
Sitting beneath the old twisted tree,
Gently resting at it’s knee,
I slipped into a trance,
Fell in a heap,
My mind swept away,
I fell asleep.

I was standing alone,
Wind on my face,
Holding a feather
In a distant place.
Sand under my sandles,
Water touching my toes,
The warmth of the sun
As it shined on my nose.
I was watching the skyline,
As waves tossed at my feet,
Waiting for something
Or someone to meet.
Then I let loose the feather,
It got swept out to sea,
Just like my dream
Had taken me.
As I watch it go,
I bend down to touch the sand,
And in the warm earth,
I wrote with my hand,
As waves washed away
What I wrote,
I saw what I thought
Might be a boat.
A glimmer of silver
Where the sky meets the sea,
And in my dreams I knew,
It was you coming for me.

I woke from my dream,
As my heart gave a leap
I called out your name,
As I rose from my sleep,
In my hand was my book,
On my lap was a feather,
It was worn and aged,
By time and weather.
Lost in the pages,
Over time it stayed still,
Where it had been hidden
In the binds of the book,
Lost and forgotten.
Where no one would look,
And there in black ink,
Was scribbled a note.
It said you are gone,
The sea stole your boat.
I will remember you forever,
On the shoreline I stand,
Wishing you were there
To hold my hand.