I decided once to rush time a little
Counting seconds instead of hours
It drove me mad until I lost track
Of everything that really mattered
So I decided to slow down life a little
Counting moments and memories
As some set my heart atwitter
And destiny smiled away
Happy new year, fam!
How’s 2020 coming along?
It’s the end of a decade, although it feels more like the end of an era. From 2010 to 2020, I grew up and went to college, got my first job, made friends for life, had my first and only heartbreak and what not! I travelled the world (well, made a start atleast) and I read to my heart’s content. I started writing poetry, something I thought I’d never do. And I found you!
So, here’s me wishing you all the love and luck in life this new year!
Tell me what your plans are?
A late night conversation
Followed by countless sleepless days
With shared habits and odd interests
You made a home in my heart
Through endless ways
And I’m left
With my heart plundered
While your memories
I write poems at midnight for an audience of one
I dance, whenever I feel like, till my hair become undone
I cry long and loud, some times, just for fun
I slow down when life demands it
And in the mornings, I run
You could call me a paradox
Cool and calm as the moon in the night
I always rise
Blazing like the sun.
There’ll come a time when all poets of this world
Would have passed on to heaven above
Then who would tell tales
Of great love and sorrows
Of dark days and brighter tomorrows
How would one know what heartbreak felt like
Before even experiencing the first pangs of new love
Who would make history sound like a nightingale’s tune
Who would tell kids stories of days long gone
Who’d unravel the mysteries of life
Who’d decipher the whispering of woods
The triumph of good over evil
Would go unnoticed
The fall of Goliath wouldn’t glorify David
There’d be no hope, no song, no misery
If there weren’t words strung together in poetry
Good things happen to those who try
The time for simply waiting has long gone by
Little by little
Every inch of the way
Push your limits
Even Rome wasn’t built in a day
Life goes on
Leaving us mute spectators
So I say, even though we’ve no sound to chime
Nothing can stop us from learning to mime
Thinking out of the box is the key here
When one door closes
Don’t show any fear
For when you believe in yourself, my dear
And put in an effort
You’d have no regrets
Despite facing failure
For you fail not when you don’t win
You lose when you’ve not even tried to play the game
So, if it’s all the same
I’d rather work
And be my own sweet reward.
I hope you all like this near-year-end motivator. It’s the time for resolutions. I’m getting off my feet and getting things done. I’m on the path that I’ve forged with blood, sweat and tears. Yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way! Im getting closer to my goals and getting ready to set my aims even higher.
How’s your journey in life been so far? Are you making some genuine resolutions for the new year? I’d love to hear about them!
December, despite a cold heart, never fails to warm my soul. It’s always brought with it promises of kindling romance and new beginnings in life. When the piercing December winds smack against my face, I feel even more alive. It teaches me to brace against the harshness of times. It also always amazes me how the last month of the year, rather than inciting gloom and dread, fills me up with cheer. Way before the Christmas lights go up, my eyes start to glimmer. The world around me, snow covered, starts to glow and shimmer.
December, you have always been kind. This year too, please be mine?
He reminded me of a Wodehouse novel
Satirical, whimsical, fantastical and witty
He strung me along like a Beethovan melody
Light headed, dizzy, tipsy yet taking flight
He serenaded me like Sinatra
Till we were no strangers in the night
He goaded my like Antony’s speech
Killing me with kindness
But most of all
He loved me
Like the way it was always meant to be
Into a deeper conversation
Take my hand
And lead me on
The deepest recesses of the mind
For leisure reading
Touch my soul
With words passionate
And a heart
Which loves to delve more
First love is very much like learning to write. The move from erasable pencils to the permanency of ink. Delible, of course, by fallen tears. The smooth yet blotchy scratching of the nib, like the throes of a new relationship. The rush of flowing ink, forming words straight from the heart.
You go through the pages of life without giving it a conscious thought, yet safely tucked at the back of your drawer, battered from age and wear, lies your beloved fountain pen. The first pen which made you feel like a grownup. Forgotten and replaced, thrown away for spilling and splotching too much. Yet, you can’t help but smile and shed a tear every time you behold it.
The world as you know it
Will change one day
At the hands
Of a perfect stranger
Yet you’d feel
Than you have ever before
Life as you know it
Would stand upside down
Yet it’d be more recognisable
Than the headstand it feels like now
As you know it to be
Will change its very definition as a noun
From a place to a person
You’d always long to go home