I am growing

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I am growing, evolving;
I am turning into a new me.
Slowly, but surely,
I am going to be free.
My mind is just a tool,
And my thoughts still rule;
It will take loads of time,
But ultimately, I will find.
What I seek, is seeking me;
And distracted I might be,
Yet, it will someday be mine,
The ultimate truth, the divine.
So yes, I am growing,
Evolving towards the light;
And if you stick around,
I promise to take you along for a ride!

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Special People

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…. but some people are special,
They are never to be forgotten…

They are never to be ignored,
Never to be bored;
They will always be missed,
And respected and cherished;
Wherever they may be,
They’ll always be remembered with bliss.

Many will come and many will go,
Some may settle, and some may no;
But some come just once in ever,
They leave their prints in your heart forever.

So here is what I have to say,
For some who is as special as they;

…. but some people are special,
They are never to be forgotten….

A Letter For Me!

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I found a letter, a letter for me,
It said open, with a huge smiley!
It talked of things all gee,
Of how strong I am,
And how wonderful I can be!

Woven with love and care,
Each letter looked like a dream;
The words of a lover,
So soothing and so carefree!

It spoke of love and loss,
And yet gave endless hope;
Positives vibes only,
Said that bold note.

It brought my dreams to life,
And all the words enforced –
To live in the moment,
And be thankful, of course!

And thus I found the letter,
To be read every morning
In the hours wee,
Reminding of my strengths;
Addressed to me by me!

Words are all I have

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Words are all I have,
And words are all I can give;
May it be an expression,
Or be it a piece of advice;
To act or not to, is your decision.

The meaning of my words will change for each,
Based on your perspective and experience;
What I mean to say is not what
You end up understanding;
Yet, Words are all I can give.

My actions are my own,
My reasons for them are different.
You interpret them based on your understanding,
And draw your own conclusions;
Yet, only I will know the true intentions.

My life is my own to live,
Your opinion of it may or may not
Make a difference to my living,
Your judgment of who I am is not me,
Beware, I am not who you think I am!

Now is the time!

Now is the time to be
Now is the time to do
Now is the time to sow
Now is the time to grow

Thoughts make you travel in time
Remembering memories sweet and divine
And to the unseen future of possibilities
Yet now is the only opportunity!

Minutes pass by unaware
And in our thoughts, we dwell
Wishing for something not there
Throwing away what is, in hell

Give now your complete focus
It is no sort of hocus pocus
Just use your present well
And no regrets you will tell

Now is the time to live
Now is the time to give
Now is the power you have
Now is the time to act!

The Light Within!

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Quote by Rumi

We are stars wrapped in the skin,
The light we are seeking has always been;
The pain we feel comes from within,
Yet responsible is an external thing.

We are the waves that keep wandering,
Aimless and random out in the ocean large;
Finding our own sun out in the world,
Unaware of the star that we are!

Making our own set of rules to live by,
What a petty thing in front of the universe vast;
Engrossed in our own little world,
Limiting ourselves from the experiences last.

Little do we realize that the universe resides within,
It is me and I am it!
No boundaries can define me,
I am limitless as it is!

Listen to the calling of the inner star,
It’s Polaris – you personal North star;
The guide you are always seeking,
For the heart that’s always weeping!

The Writer’s Story

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The teacher was sitting on the desk correcting the examination papers. She had a deadline to meet and thus, the students of the 9th E division were saved from another boring history lecture.

Everyone had something or else to do. A quick look at the classroom and you could see each and every student doing their own thing. The studious ones were already catching up on their homework for the day. And the notorious ones were playing games. Then there were others who were just talking or eating (Yes, in the middle of the lecture).

Far in the corner row, a girl pulled out her sister’s college magazine to read. Yes, this was how she decided to spend the next 40 mins of her free time. The magazine had sections of literature written by the students, awards and recognitions, some puzzles – everything a usual college magazine has.

Flipping through the pages, a poem titled “Friends” caught her eyes – A very common topic. Yet she decided to copy it down thinking – maybe I can gift it to my friend later. She opens the last page of her book and starts copying it down.

Instead of copying the exact poem, she starts tweaking the lines and making new stanzas. And Viola, in the next 15 mins, she had actually written a poem of her own. Was she excited? No. Was she proud of herself? No. In her head, it was no big deal. I mean it’s just some poem. Pretty sure everyone can write one of their own!

Well, she still pretty much thinks the same. Everyone can write stuff. But she wants to do her own bit. There are always people who appreciate it. And then there are people who think it’s common and nothing new. But to her, the writing matters – as long as it can connect with even a single person, she is happy!

“You may not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page!”¬†–¬†Jodi Picoult

PS: So guys, I am trying this new style of writing. Do let me know what do you think of it.