Mistakes-Regrets (II)

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My every rhyme, every tune
Rhythms like sand dunes
Are all for you
Feel the power of every word
Letters from origins which are absurd
But are capable of great things
Like you with your dreams
You have immense power within
To get whatever you decide to put in
Be a human of values and know what you do
Someday before I told you about mistakes
But today, it’s about regrets
Everything you do is right in present
Everything you did was right in past
Everything you will do will be right in future
So my dear learn to nurture
Every single thing you’ve done and will do in future
Never regret the stance you took
Cause it was something to what you were once hooked
Let the life flow, pain come and go
It doesn’t kills you
Makes you stronger than you know
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Mistakes-Regrets (I)

This is the first part of a two fold poetry Mistakes-Regrets

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When you look back at life you find mistakes
You find memories of different tastes
Don’t leave the mistakes and pick up all grace
Cause even those mistakes are part of your race
So love every single memory, every single face
Every single person you met in this race
Just like you look at sky and only see the shine
Of the stars that look so similar again
Same are your memories each one as star
Decorate them in the night sky till far
Let them stay , they all define you
Be proud of achievements and mistakes too
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Who am I?

Who am I?

Do people I hurt and mistakes I make
Those unfortunate situations I was, and had put people in.. defines me?..

Or it is the everyday breeze of something that makes time freeze.. I feel comfort and lost in my own deeds.. keep working on whatever I am working.. also called “passion” by my fellow beings
So does this passion defines me?

It it is something else, little personalised in sense.. what I show to the world who I am.. the little acts of kindness, being a little selfless.. staying in relationship with humanity or insanity?
Is that what defines me?

Or it’s the wilderness of being different and crazy?

Or the ability to look at the world differently?

Or my everyday repeated daily routines
At night miscellaneous and mega tasks all checked

Is there something else still left to guess?

I don’t know what defines me.. but I do know that I will live true, stay me.. until I go..

Island of Feelings

There was an island where all feelings lived. One day there was a flood and all the land was swept.. one single boat for all feelings to get in… ‘Love’ waited for all like a captain of humanity.. but ‘Ego’ refused to come, said it won’t get into ship.. ‘Love’ died because of ‘Ego’, it just perished..

You Think

You think you are up in this game

Running after all money and fame

But there’s gonna be a sudden aflame

To put your luxuries to shame

A sudden aflame’s gonna take up your name

Into the ashes, dust in pane

Another day, you see sun rays

Lightening some other’s tower ablaze woah!


You think everyone’s gonna blow

Just cause you got a talent higher? no

This hard work’s gonna take up all your flow

Your diminished era, behold!

Until then I work harder, pacing above

Bracing all your shots in a flow

Unless it’s time for the final show

Consistent grind beats the talent alone you see!


It’s all inside me

Speaking up the voice of lion beneath

What they all say you won’t agree

That consistency is the power, it is the key

Struggle and sweat is what we breathe

It’s prolly something that you won’t believe

Get up, give your talent some grease

Or it won’t take a moment to give you displease aye!


We fix to our grind

Fix to our time and fix to our rhyme

We form a play in secret mime

With force and focus specially designed

Over this we just don’t do it for dime

We do this so we sleep satisfied

To truly live before we die

And until end I’ll stay in this disguise

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Small Things

A short story about connecting more to the world. Happy reading!

Steven Larsen, a lad of 22, works in an IT company named Forx. Being recently promoted to ‘Dy. Sales Manager’ he is very enthusiastic to work. His entire day goes quite tiring and busy so he sleeps early by 11pm.

Like any other day, today had the same beginning. Getting up at 5 am, go to gym, back home, shower, breakfast and then to work. Before leaving home he checked all essential stuffs – his bag, wrist watch, headphones and of course the cell phone. He reaches bus stop by 8:30 am everyday. The half hour in bus is spent just browsing on internet or social media. Till reaching the office and starting work it is almost 9:15 am.

The end of the day was a little different. Steven wrapped up at work and left for the bus stop at 6 pm. On reaching, he took out his cell phone and got the worst notification, ‘5% battery. Please connect to charger’. Steven forgot his power bank at home. He had no option just to sit idle in half hour journey.

Suddenly someone called him. “Hey Steven, would you like to travel to home together?”

Steven looked back and saw a healthy man of 40s, a plum face which had very small eyes and a big welcoming smile. Steven recognised him as his boss.

“Today there was less work so I ended it up soon. Let’s head home together”

“Sure sir, I’d be happy to. But sir where’s your car today? Didn’t it come to drive you home?” Steven said with a shrug.

“No no nothing like that. I gave holiday to the driver and sent the car back. I wanted to go by bus today. I remember when I was young these buses were very important part of my life. Oh those old days haha!” Boss exclaimed gaily.

“That seems good sir. I’ll be glad to have your company today”

“Oh it’s good to have a fellow along as well!”

They both stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive. They paused for a while and continued the conversation.

“You see that Steven, these buildings didn’t change much all these years..just a little different colour. Ten years ago same like you I used to travel by buses daily. This was my favourite part of the day, waiting for the bus and gazing at that”

Boss pointed towards the building. Steven was amazing red sky, remnants of the day, it was the sunset. He was surprised to see it.

“You must enjoy these sunsets daily right? After all this is your everyday route in evening.”

“No sir.. actually I mean.. this is very pretty” Steven stammered a bit

“Why? Don’t you like the sunsets?” Boss questioned thoughtfully

“No sir, I do. Actually at this point of time I am with my phone browsing or checking social media”

“So what about today? I didn’t find you with the device when I came here”

“Sir actually out of battery. I didn’t bring my power bank today”

Boss smiled. He pat on his shoulders and said, “You know what lad, I never owned a power bank as a backup to those ‘battery low’ notifications”

“Uh.. why sir? They are useful” Steven spoke thinking the reason for this

“No Steven, they take away a lot from us”

“But sir, how can a simple charging device take anything from us?” Steven asked thoughtfully.

“Did you ever saw the sunset before?”

“Um.. honestly, no sir”

“Why? Because you were immersed into these devices” Boss smiled a bit and then continued

“This is the main reason phones have batteries Steven. That is the limit. It is to tell you just don’t stick with them anymore for the day. Enjoy the stuff around. You can talk to the regular travellers of same route or you can stare at the sky. I’ve seen many people spending nights on the phones and not giving time to family. I agree social media is good till an extent, but we shouldn’t be much obsessed with them. Those follows or likes on the post don’t define if you are a good or bad person. It simply doesn’t define anything! Your real life personality is more important than any social media profile. Learn to enjoy small things lad, they give big happiness.”

They both smiled. The bus arrived. With the image of lovely red sky and wise words in his mind Steven took his seat and enjoyed small talk with his boss while he reached home. The starting of the day was same but the ending was unlike, just filled with a bit of aesthetic aura..

Waves

Revealing the significance of Journey..

“..Rising from the heart of ocean it flows along with its friends to a common destination… like merry children spilling out of their houses and sprinting gaily.. Cheering with each other they come to the shore, from where they disappear back into the ocean..”

“The purpose of life is not destination, it is the journey itself”

– Shiva Trilogy (By Amish Tripathi)

We are born with nothing and we die with nothing. We often think about achieving a destination or a goal believing it is more important aspect, but that is wrong.

Whatever we do, there is only single destination – Our origin. The power and intensity lies in the purpose of our journey. What do we do in the society while we are alive, counts. Either good or evil for the society, focusing more on career or relations, working all day for being better or just enjoying little moments of life..

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What counts is the journey

Destinations are same for all

Find the purpose and meaning in life

The path is led to origin after all..

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Did you find the purpose of you life yet? What is it? Let me know about them!

Stay Blessed, Stay inspired..!

Uncalled expected war

Remnants of writing

This is another piece of remnant about expected hardships that come in your life much more earlier than thought. Happy reading!

“.. With steady imaginary hands horizontally placed on your forehead you try to look into the future ahead, regarding all the factors which affect your life. You figure out that there are lot of hardships in your way. So you pace up and start right next day to prepare for the upcoming wars, so that you face in feisty way & won’t turn into dismay when the hardship starts. But the time starts playing games, you are lost in preparing and it creates new lanes for this war to emerge.. towards you.. and charge upon until you are submerged. The war was expected as a little late but it came early with the fate. Life always teaches to keep ‘learning doors’ ajar, whenever you face an uncalled expected war..” 

 

When darkness falls

Remnants of writing..

This is my first post in ‘Remnants’ category. I’d like to drop all imaginary and pieces of writings here which do not fall in any category. They may be descriptive, some aesthetic or just thoughts..evolved to words..hope y’all like it. Enjoy reading 🙂


“.. ‘below’ and ‘above’ both were submerged in complete darkness. In ‘below’ you could find many things but recognise nothing, just trees.. covered with soft white light.. which came from a height, being a part of ‘above’. Shiny white dots forming unusual patterns were scattered all over ‘above’, trying their best to remove the pall of darkness, along with a glowing satellite, disbanding their light to both parts with regards. They were victorious to lighten the ‘above’, but what about ‘below’? Perplexed answers stay confined.. in the mind.. of a sweet child..”

Perfect is Imperfect

Be you..

The perfect-imperfect war is increasing every singe day. Everyone want to be best in some or other field. A short poesy about highlighting that “It’s okay to have a flaw”. We all are different and have different treasures hidden inside us. Happy reading!

You think you ain’t good enough to do the best

You compare yourself by the skills of the rest

You always test yourself without progress

Staying obsessed, building messed stress


They treat imperfections as an offence

But what’s definition of perfection in true sense?

It’s just ten letter word driving you without cation

To become best of all, not a better version


This is where comparison takes a wrong turn

When did with others, it leads you on wrong run

You can behold it as a big loaded gun

That’d defeat your own self, not the world


Perfect is imperfect, flaws are the rule of nature

We all are same but different with features

Like the animals, plants and other creatures

Every single being has it’s own treasures


You are capable to be skilled in your own different frill

Don’t try to be a perfect match for some other cloth

Because we have our own different colour to wreath and knit

If red tries and can’t change to blue, is it stated as a flaw?


Maybe it is, but what then? Red has its own existence

Maybe you’ll call it imperfect. But red is actually perfect in every sense

I quote is here again. Imperfection is rule of nature, my friend

Imperfect is real, but the reality of perfect can’t be defined


Strive everyday to be a better version of thyself

So that your old version will have great stories to tell

Focus on originality, there’s lot of fake in this world

Real is never perfect and perfect is never real

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