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

***

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..

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..” 

 

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

***

Faded moments

This is a small 16 line poesy. I wrote this one some months back when i had a little extra time after writing my exam. My last page of question paper was filled with this poem lol. It’s about being strong and not ending our lives when we ain’t able to see any light around. Happy reading 🙂 

Locked up in small room where darkness hails

Doors vanished, left up in space

Infinite directions and infinite ways

Hard to choose in these grey-black days


We shout out at God to help us again

But what’s the worth when we don’t believe in ourselves

Insidious bring us down and has blocked our brains

What to choose we decide, either win or mayhem


In such stages even mayhem doesn’t sound bad

Even in ending up our stories we feel glad

There’d be no torture no pain, & after that

We can die, killing the leftover moments we had


But to tell you we all have got our own life span

We live our lives and die after we are glazed

Life never kills us until our purpose has end

Until then we learn to attack and defend!

***

Being Rich

Rich in love and kindness…!

What’s the first thing that comes in your mind when you listen to that someone is rich? Maybe that someone has a lot of money and wealth..

What does google images show when we type “Rich” in the search box?

Does being rich really means that? Or it can have many other faces?

Being rich means to have plenty of something. That can be anything. It doesn’t necessarily has to be money and wealth.

Many of us want to be rich of wealth and money so that we can earn some good memories. Probably by going for a holiday, living our dreams, maybe buying a favourite car.. but before all these we should learn to be rich in something that is more important to our lives, something which brings density to the days we have lived, something which actually is more important than earning extra currency units.

Be rich of love, kindness and immortal memories..

Be rich in life experience, rich in good relations, rich with a amazingly supportive friends, having a bundle of joyful memories, rich in feeling of happiness, so rich with the grateful feeling that the grateful pot starts overflowing, and most importantly, rich with love and kindness…

Having plenty of wealth is nothing if we aren’t happy, it is nothing if we haven’t played silly games with friends, it is nothing if we haven’t experienced the joy of giving and it is nothing if we are depressed and feel unsatisfied. It is nothing if we don’t like the work we do, it is nothing if we keep wishing to go on a holiday, it is nothing if we don’t enjoy and love our lives, it is nothing if we can’t free our minds before end.

Love the life which you live.. be happy and grateful. Not bad to be rich in wealth and currency to live your dreams, in fact, that is amazing. But never forget to be happy. Control wealth and don’t let it control you. Go ahead on the path of having it but don’t isolate yourself from the world around, your loved ones and beautiful memories which die waiting for you as the time passes by.

Love what you do an do what you love. Be grateful for every single day you’ve got to earn gorgeous memories.

Let’s change the definition of being rich and have plenty of love, good friends and amazing memories which we cherish throughout our lives..

Keep smiling readers and stay ignited..

Warriors

We are the Warriors!

It’s my first rap kind of poesy. Stay inspred!

It’s been long, since i was born, I’ve been killing it.

Waking up every morning, ignited and facing it

Seems I was born for this, slaying down every bit of it.

I was the one choosed to face this gravity and end it


Getting more closer to graves find fear of being defeated

Scars become more intense and worsening every minute

Both sides ruining and losing power as clock ticking it

Is it me or the gravity, who’s chasing whom & winning it?!


Voices echoing in head dilemma arises

Standing in arena outside, a battle inside rises

A war with win or death which never suffices

To end or take up the world are only prizes


We are the warriors who never fail to get back and fight

We sure lose, fail but rise up again with all our might

We know the best what is wrong for us and what is right

We take calculated risk in turn and charge our plight


We are the warriors who never learned to quit

The ones who always never left any candle unlit

Honouring our heros and getting inspiration from their wits

We are focused and willing for every stone to turn it.


We work hard in silence and let the success be our noice

Come on and join us if you want the world to hear your voice

Let’s stand together and end those demons outside

Who hail the name of hell upon all our lives


Let us show them that we all can rise from this hell

“Throw me to pack of wolves and I return leading them”

We rise and hail these words back to them again

We are the warriors, will forever slay this mayhem and win!

Stay Ignited!

Work like a slave, win like a champion!

This long poesy is a kind of imagery. The writer has created a scene of a campfire with friends, the thoughts which go in her head while they enjoy the evening..

When the campfire blaze go dim

And we are circled around black rim

We try to find some fuel to feed him

So that it blazes across dark screens


When the winds try to put the blazes off

With great strengths making it weak enough

We try to cover it with something tough

To block the winds which are soaring rough


For our lives we save the fire

We save the warmth as per our desire

Those blazes which we admire

Giving more comfort than warm attire


We save it as our only hope

To live along the hilly slopes

It gives pleasure and satisfaction

A smile, and strength for next action


We, as travellers, are great thinkers

And for us campfire was like a blinker

For a while time did linger

Warmth heating our freeze fingers


The fire is inside and out

Something to think about

It blazes with equal power and flame

But they have got two different name


First,in the camp outside, the bonfire

Which is capable to form a forest fire

The one, by none it is hired

Can keep blazing and never tire


Second, the flame which blazes within our souls

We, the creatures of this universe

We, who are unknown to the truth

Power of creating future lie within us


The fire lies in our heart

They are capable to achieve our desires

Just stay ignited, work hard and focus

Rest, not quit when you tire


Keep fuelling your fire

In same way, like the bonfire

Let it blaze and shine brighter

Stay motivated and dream higher


You’ve got whatever it takes

To get to top of those hikes

You never know how strong you are

Until the limits of your brain, break


Let the world be winds and rains

Let them try to put off your flames

Show them, you’ve got enough fuel

And thus, let the game begin


The intensity defines your future

Be brave. Fail. Work hard and Win

Stay Ignited. Dream big. Make goals

And burn them with the fire within!

*****

Tangled Threads…

Be Stress free!

(This is a very different post so just help me to know if you like it.)

Hey! Ever seen messed up threads like this? What if you are give a task of arranging them? If you are an organised person then first thing that pops in your brain, “What a mess is this! C’mon why are they not kept properly!?” And then maybe you get angry at what kind of task you’ve been given.

So what you do is scratch your head and stand there for a while gathering some sort of motivation from anywhere just to complete the task. And then you patiently pick up one thread at a time from that entire mess, wrap it properly and keep it separately. Very patiently (and maybe reluctantly 😉) you complete this task in sufficient time and organize all the threads neatly in a box. And then you take a deep breath, have some chilled water and say, “It’s finally done..”

Did you guess what this mess is? It’s your brain, that small central organ of your body when you are stressed! These lil’ threads are your thoughts. If instead of arranging them one by one, if you pick up many at once what would happen? They will get tangled and it will take more time to sort it out + you’ll get angry!

When we are stressed we have thousands of things going around in our brain. Everything seems to be in a same mess like the picture.

These thoughts are threads. You need to think about everything with patience. Calm your mind at first. Take a pen and a notepad. Write down everything that is bothering you. Think about how you can deal with them in current situation. For sure you’ll get a way out. It doesn’t matter how tangled that thread is, you’ll turn it around, a little up, a little down, pull it from the entire mess and keep it properly. Just don’t panic.

Want to know a secret? Like thoughts attract! If you think you are stressed, you attract more stress. If you think you are happy and everything is going with a flow, all will be fine. Believe me, I just applied this rule few days ago 😉 the main reason why I wrote this post and things are so under control now!

So don’t be stressed. Don’t panic. Think calmly. Things will go fine.. find a solution to your problems and stay organized. It’s completely alright if you keep your desk messed up and things are lying just anywhere but don’t do the same with your brain! 😉

One question! Was there anyone who had a thought at start like “Why should i complete the task?!” Let me know about it! I’ve got some few words for you…! ✌

Star

Keep Twinkling!

So do we have any Nyctophile in the house? Someone who loves nights and darkness of the sky? Do let me know about it! I am though, and love to gaze at the darkest skies with lil’ shining lights.

Stars are really beautiful, at least from millions of kilometres away. Don’t know about being near, it may be dangerous haha!

So the science behind stars, they are made up of gases, dust and emit their own light. When you look at the night sky you see them twinkling. This is because some clouds and lot of dust trap the path of light coming toward earth. This happens frequently, main reason why we see them twinkling or blinking.

You emit your own light. BE BRAVE to keep it alive…

Everything in nature is almost parallel to life and teaches us something. You are a star. Star in the sense I don’t mean a special celebrity. I mean you are a real star.

We all have our good and bad memories with which we live along throughout our lives. We do make mistakes, frown, learn and then try again. For some it’s easy to come up and for some it’s hard. Honestly that doesn’t really matters. What matters is you shine back.

You emit your own light. The light has an infinite source within you. Just like a star you are dim sometimes, some clouds and dust, so called “Daily life problems” will always be there to bring you down. But remember, you are a star, you’ll get dim and shine back again!

Same way you’ll do this throughout your life, cause it is meant to. You’ll keep twinkling. And you know what, that’s what makes you beautiful. Don’t let that shine die.

Be brave. Brave enough to shine back. You are brave, just need to find that strength within. Once you do, you are perfect. Ready to shine your world with your light.

So my dear friend, if ever you are sad, it’s just perfectly okay! Just smile and be brave, that’s all you need to be.

Keep shinin’! And let the world see your light, how brave you are.. ✨