Each of us has a story,
To be sung out loud in all its glory,
A story to be proud of,
A story that you wouldn’t wanna morph,
So hang in there a bit more,
Even if things turn a little too sour,
‘Cause, relieved you’d be only if there were,
Experiences and nuances you get to share!
Why bottle it all up, inside,
When you can let your emotions be your guide,
When you can choose how (art, music, poetry, dance, theatre, cinema and so much more), to bring it all out,
Not just scream, weep, laugh or shout,
Where, you can stagger, yet, find your own pace,
Paint your canvas red, if it’d bring you solace,
Why bottle it all up inside,
When there’s so much in the world to confide!
He saves up just enough, to buy himself a new pair of clothes for work – not a penny more, not a penny less,
When, his daughter comes up to him, invites him to her graduation, and asks, for a new dress,
He, without thoughts, second; happily spends all he has, to buy her one, the very next morn,
And wears to work, with pride, his same old clothes – though jaded, and torn!
Time flies. Circumstances change. Faces become unfamiliar. We age.
It is ironical though – the fact that we meet millions of people in different phases our lives, but we manage to stick on to only a few. A few become strangers, a few, acquaintances, a few, family, and a few, friends, for life – because, we connect with them like we do with nobody else. The wavelength, the rapport, the understanding, the warmth.
To those few of you in my life – you belong to me.
It doesn’t matter in which part of the world you live, it doesn’t matter if we don’t converse everyday, it doesn’t matter that today ain’t friendship day – but – I love you.
I am, because you help me be.
Thank you, for, you connect with me the way I am, you connect with my flaws, with my follies. With my imperfections. With my eccentricity. With my absurdity.
This bond we share, just so you know, is for forever.
It’s never too late,
Don’t push something to be destined by fate,
Instead, work your way toward what you want,
There’s nothing in the universe, that achieve, you can’t,
For, what you’re seeking, is lying in wait, seeking you,
And all it takes, to reach there, is, efforts true,
Be your own paragon,
Become your own icon,
Create for you, a niche that you’d be proud to own,
An identity, a name, that no one can dethrone,
Begin to climb the ladder to a life you think would awesome,
Live to see your dreams blossom!
A puncture now and then,
Shouldn’t stop you from finding your zen,
Your journey, you know, ain’t freefall,
So disruptions big and small, shouldn’t let it stall,
Pursue your calling, ensure you have a ball,
Pursue until you succeed, rise everytime you fall!
To be able to move on,
To be able to stay strong,
To be able to let go,
To be able to take it slow,
To learn to appreciate,
To have the strength to elucidate,
To acknowledge what ain’t meant to be,
To not pursue it even after it hurts thee,
Triumph to me, in short, is,
Finding my way to bliss!